Yeah?" His accent mangled the word,

Yeah?" His accent mangled the word, but she still understood him perfectly. He let go of her hair to grab the other side of her hip and turn her around to face him. Her hands automatically tried to find purchase on the crate that was now behind her and stop her fall as he picked her up by her knees. In that moment she found her back on the crate and Seamus between her legs. She tried to grab onto his shoulders and push him away, but he used his elbows to pin her arms down. His hands wrapped around her neck, but all she noticed was his face inches away from her's. A part of her was screaming at her to push him away, but another part of her was saying to let it happen. All her hands could reach was his chest, and she tried to push him away. God those muscles felt wonderful under her hands.

Then his lips violently crashed onto her's. The hands around her neck forced her closer to him, though they weren't strangling her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, and one of her hands reached up to cup the side of his face. A part of her had missed tender moments shared with him. She could feel his side-burn, rough against her palm. She could smell his sweat and his natural scent, and it drove her crazy just as it used to. She almost kissed back, she couldn't help herself. It felt so good to have his kiss upon her lips again, no matter how rough it was. The next second all her thoughts were scrambled as he forced her away from him, slamming the back of her head on the crate. She looked back up and he was there again, inches from her face. His eyes were darker, and his pelvis was more tightly pressed into her's.

"I'll have you any way I want." She had to get away, he was too close and she was too afraid. Her mind and all her instincts were screaming at her to kick him away, he was dangerous. For a moment she thought of the Thin Man, Anthony, and the attraction between them. But it was nothing compared to Seamus. Anthony was slick as ice and twice as cold, except when he was screaming upon his conquest of hair. Her inattention was her fault. Seamus's mouth captured her's again; angry, rough, dominating, and everything that personified the person he really was. But still his hands did not strangle her, and this time, she couldn't stop herself from kissing back. If anything, it made him rougher, like he wanted to devour her. When his tongue entered the playing field, she was snapped back. Without thinking she used his detraction to push him away. Her legs found the gap between them and planted themselves onto his chest. By the time she had flipped to the other side of the crate and was standing, Seamus was standing on top of the crate. He seemed to be even more pissed if the kick to her face was any indication.

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Ya? "Aksennya hancur kata, tapi dia masih mengerti dia sempurna. Dia melepaskan rambutnya untuk mengambil sisi lain dari pinggulnya dan mengubah dirinya untuk menghadapnya. Tangannya secara otomatis mencoba untuk menemukan pembelian di peti itu sekarang belakangnya dan berhenti jatuh saat ia menjemputnya dengan lututnya. pada saat itu dia menemukan dirinya kembali pada peti dan Seamus antara kedua kakinya. dia mencoba untuk ambil ke bahunya dan mendorongnya pergi, tapi dia menggunakan sikunya untuk pin lengan ke bawah. tangannya melilit lehernya, tapi semua dia perhatikan adalah wajah inci-nya jauh dari itu dia. sebagian dari dirinya berteriak padanya untuk mendorong dia pergi, tapi bagian lain dari dirinya mengatakan untuk membiarkan hal itu terjadi. semua tangannya bisa mencapai itu dadanya, dan ia mencoba untuk mendorongnya. Allah otot-otot terasa indah di bawah tangannya. Lalu bibirnya keras jatuh ke ini dia. tangan di lehernya memaksanya lebih dekat dengan dia, meskipun mereka tidak mencekik nya. kakinya otomatis melingkari pinggangnya, dan salah satu tangannya mencapai hingga cangkir sisi wajahnya. Sebagian dirinya telah melewatkan momen lembut bersama dengan dia. Dia bisa merasakan nya sisi-luka bakar, kasar di telapak tangannya. Dia bisa mencium bau keringat dan aroma alami, dan itu membuatnya gila seperti dulu. Dia hampir mencium kembali, dia tidak bisa menahan diri. Rasanya sangat baik untuk memiliki ciuman pada bibirnya lagi, tidak peduli seberapa kasar itu. Kedua semua pikirannya berikutnya orak-arik saat ia dipaksa menjauh dari dia, membanting belakang kepalanya di peti. Dia melihat ke belakang dan dia ada di sana lagi, inci dari wajahnya. Matanya gelap, dan panggul nya lebih erat ditekan ke ini dia. "Saya akan memiliki Anda dengan cara apapun yang saya inginkan." Dia harus pergi, dia terlalu dekat dan dia terlalu takut. Pikirannya dan semua nalurinya berteriak padanya untuk menendang dia pergi, dia berbahaya. Sejenak ia berpikir tentang Thin Man, Anthony, dan daya tarik di antara mereka. Tapi itu tidak seberapa dibandingkan dengan Seamus. Anthony adalah licin seperti es dan dua kali lebih dingin, kecuali saat ia berteriak pada penaklukan rambut. Kurangnya perhatian nya salahnya. Mulut Seamus menangkapnya Ini lagi; marah, kasar, mendominasi, dan segala sesuatu yang dipersonifikasikan orang yang ia benar-benar. Tapi tetap tangannya tidak mencekiknya, dan kali ini, dia tidak bisa menahan dirinya untuk mencium kembali. Jika ada, itu membuatnya lebih kasar, seperti dia ingin melahap nya. Ketika lidahnya memasuki lapangan, dia tersentak kembali. Tanpa berpikir dia menggunakan fitnah untuk mendorongnya. Kakinya ditemukan kesenjangan antara mereka dan ditanam diri ke dadanya. Pada saat ia membalik ke sisi lain dari peti dan berdiri, Seamus sedang berdiri di atas peti. Dia tampak lebih marah jika tendangan ke wajahnya indikasi.