His skin tasted just how he smelled. Wine. The flavor melted in my tongue. I was suddenly desperate to know how his insides would taste, too, so I bit him.
At the first feel of his hardened skin, I flashed my eyes open. What just happened?
I pushed to see, and my heart almost leaped out of my chest. How did I get on his lap? Why am I so close to him? And why was he holding me so intimately? And his eyes, they were doused in lust.
Disgust crawled through my skin, and I attempted to move off him, but he held me tighter.
"Let me go!" I pushed against his broad shoulders, but his hands were like steel on my waist.
So I slapped him across the cheek with all my strength, my breath raspy from that one move. When his grip slackened, I forced him off, but I tripped and fell on the floor, the table crashing as well as everything on top.
