Sabrina pushes up onto her hands, attempting to leave. Shaken. Wheezing. "Stop—"

But I surge up over her, bending her knees all the way back to her shoulders, pinning her to the easy chair with my mouth, my bared teeth against her parted lips. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want it."

Our hot, panting breaths mingle between us.

When she blinks rapidly, her hand curling in the front of my dress shirt, I'm caught off guard by a wave of regret. Of...affection. For her. It leads me ...