He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to him and holding me there until I could feel his entire body pressed against me. His eyes stared into my very soul, such emotion swam in his eyes of pure night sky. I dropped the knife when he pressed my wrists harshly and held the back of my head until our noses were touching. My breath caught when his hand once more crawled up my face to catch the fabric resting against my mouth, but I came to my senses and tried to find a way out.
I tried to do something that may have been seductive, or not, I wasn't sure exactly.
I grab the back pockets of his jeans and gently tug him away from me. He growls, probably with lust, and loses his grip to kiss me. I use this to suddenly push him on the ground, but flip backwards when he thinks I am going to lay wit
