Eve
My wet body was sensitive to every contact of his hard body on mine. Yet, through the haze of my horror, confusion and arousal, I pushed hard against his chest. "You must be out of your fucking mind!" I ground out through gritted teeth.
He let out a dark chuckle that sent sparks through my skin. "Maybe, I am." He said easily.
"Let me go!" I snapped. "Now!"
But he did the opposite, he brought his face down and his hot breath fanned across my ear. "You fight me," he murmured, "Yet, you respond to me. Your body betrays you, Red." His voice was low, hypnotic, dripping with the kind of confidence that made my knees weak despite my fury. "You are shivering."
My face heated. He had a point there. I was shivering despite the heat in the space. I shoved harder, my palms flat against his chest, my nails biting into his skin. "Get off me," I hissed, even though my heart raced and my body trembled, betraying my resolve.
