Rebecca

His mouth crashed down on mine again, his teeth snagging my lip, tongue rough and commanding. When he palmed between my thighs again, I was already soaking wet.

The thought embarrassed me, but he made a sound. It was between a whimper and a growl.

The next moment I was spun on my side, the earth and underbrush pressed cold to my leg. He slid between my thighs and pinned my wrists above my head. On instinct, I snapped; my body bucked, my teeth searching for his ...