Proserpina

My action must have been totally unexpected. There was a moment's silence, and then, with a roar, he reacted. Even before the stinging sensation in my palm had died down, he had jerked me to him, his mouth plundering mine and his tongue forcing itself into my mouth. He bit my lower lip, and as I cried out, he plundered my mouth cruelly.

All the while, his hands roughly pulled at the neck of my gown, his hands squeezing my soft breasts coarsely and painfully as his lower body pressed against me, the strong, thick thighs making me aware of how hard he was. I could feel the urgency...