Before she had a chance to process these words, he closed the distance between them, crushing her lips with the brutal force of his. Shocked, Rachel froze, and then began struggling anew, terrified by the violence she felt in his kiss. He easily restrained her, catching her face between both hands and pressing her harder against the wall. He growled in pleasure as his full lips devoured hers, forcing them to move where he wanted, and when. She tried in vain to keep from moving her lips against his, but somehow he made it impossible. She was drowning in the kiss; every breath was a struggle as he bruised her tender mouth with his own. He sucked her lower lip between his, running his tongue across the sensitive inner skin. She gasped, shocked to feel an unexpected bolt of heat strike deep within her. He slowly bit down on her captured lip, lightly but firmly, as he continued to suck the swollen flesh between his teeth. She moaned, shocked by the pain and pleasure this elicited. Rachel had never been kissed like this before, never felt so completely helpless, so entirely desired. Undeniably, it was more than just a kiss: he was proving his ownership of her, defeating her again and again with his lips, making her weak with fear and pleasure and pain. She was his, and she was ripe for the taking.

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