Adrian's kiss was unusually forceful.
He first grazed her lips with his teeth. When Christine parted her lips in pain, he seized the opportunity, capturing her tongue and sucking hard. He wouldn't let go, alternating between sucking and nibbling, like a starved python coiled around its prey. He gave her no chance to catch her breath.
The room filled with the sounds of their kiss - the wet sounds of tongues and the clicking of teeth. Christine could hardly tell if this was really a kiss or just his way of marking his territory.
Sometimes he sucked so hard that Christine felt like he might devour her tongue whole. Painful whimpers escaped her throat. On instinct, she tried to pull back, her hands pushing weakly against his solid chest.
But Adrian just grabbed her wrists, pinning them down firmly under his large hands. He held her there, not allowing her the slightest movement.
