FORTY TWO

Before the words could leave her mouth, Adonis grabbed her aggressively and fiercely. His lips crashed harshly against hers, kidding her in the most hurried and harshest way she could ever think of. His hands roamed her body aggressively, hurried, and fiercely that she thought he was going to tear at her skin. He grabbed her thighs, snatching and pulling aggressively at any skin he could get hold of and occasionally biting her neck at the same time.

His assault was painful, painful but pleasurable. Mary felt confused, she did not know which of the feelings to concentrate on. And even more worrisome, she wondered why he pounced on her in such manner.

But somehow, Mary could not deny the fact that she actually enjoyed what she was doing to her, she enjoyed it and she wanted more if him, but at the same time she felt confused and scared. She had no idea why.

She managed to push him away from her, getting rid of his hands roaming her body aimlessly, she fled his study while panting heavil