SAMANTHA
Before I could finish speaking, his fingers grasped my chin and he pulled me into another kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.
His lips were demanding and relentless and one hand pressed against the back of my head while the other anchored me to him, forcing me to mold against his body in a way that left me completely helpless. I could only produce small, incoherent sounds of protest that seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
Darlington finally broke the kiss and he trailed light pecks from my chin down to my flushed ear, each touch sending shivers across my skin. His lips captured my earlobe and he bit it gently before playing with it using the tip of his tongue.
"Don't..." I whimpered as I turned my head away, trying to escape his relentless attention.
