She licked her lips, and his eyes dropped down to her mouth for a second. He kissed her again, just a brief brush of his lips against her.
Then he picked her up again and carried her upstairs to his bed.
He puts her down on the bed, and she just lies there. She was too worn out from their earlier struggle, and she still felt woozy from the lust.
There was something so surreal about what was happening that her mind couldn't process it fully. She felt like she was watching a play or a movie. It can't possibly be her in this situation.
They were lying on their sides, facing each other. She can feel his hands on her skin. They were slightly rough, callused. Warm on her frozen flesh.
Strong, though he was not using that strength right now. He could subdue her with ease, like he did before, but there was no need. She was not fighting him. She was floating in a hazy, sensual fog.
