It started off slowly, as if he was worried about kissing her but in the next moment, something seemed to break withing him. His lips pressed against her fiercely while his hands on her arms slowly slid down to her wrists before he raised them and caught her wrists.
Before she knew it, her wrists were pinned—trapped above her head with a single, tight grip of his large hand. Her back pressed harder into the door while her breasts were thrust out because of the move.
Somehow, just that one single movement seemed to make her legs go weak and Melanie let out a moan, needing more of him. He broke the kiss and stared hungrily into her eyes, he wanted more. Panting, he caught her jaw, almost roughly and kissed her hard on the lips, biting on the lower lip softly.
She tried to move her hands from his grip but he only pressed his body harder against her as he whispered in her ear softly, "Do you know what you've done, my sweet little melon. You have no idea do you?"
