(Warning: Slightly mature content but not explicit)
Isleen's screams did nothing to quell his anger. His hunger. They only acted as fuel to his desires as he grabbed both her wrists before pushing her until she fell on the bed behind her.
"Let go of me! Stop it!" She screamed and struggled underneath him as he looked at her intently.
From her full lips to her small breasts hidden underneath the pajama top, she wore, to her eyes, which now held so much fear within them.
Fergus grinned before licking her nose teasingly. "Come on, you know you want this. If you didn't you wouldn't have such a wild reaction all those nights that I came to give you a taste of pleasure." He winked.
Isleen's face flushed red with what seemed like embarrassment at first, but it soon morphed into anger and disgust.
"Screw you!" She spat, literally, on Fergus's face.
He proceeded to lick the spit off his face with a sadistic grin.
