A fist in her hair yanked her back, and Islinda gasped at the sting in her scalp,
Eli's control snapping the moment she had given consent and he kissed her fiercely as if he intended to devour her whole. Perhaps, he planned to. She moaned, her conflict and shyness evaporating the moment she made her demands, surprising Eli with her matching fervor.
She had been lusting after him throughout their date and couldn't give up on the opportunity to take what she wanted now. Eli kissed her roughly, demanding, and almost violently. They were at war and he was the stronger opponent. He took, and she had no choice but to give. The power struggle between them was much the same as the day he had tricked her out of the human realm and the way she fought fiercely against him.
