Rex didn't just take her; he claimed her, pulling her with a sharp, singular tug that sent her flying across the narrow space of the carriage and directly onto his lap. He seated himself deeply into the plush leather of the bench, his legs spread wide, and guided her body until she was straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position.
For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick and humid with the scent of her arousal and his own anticipation. Then, Rex reached up and grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her down into a kiss that was less of a romantic gesture and more of a collision.
It was a rough, starving kiss. Their teeth clashed, and their tongues fought for dominance, a desperate, hungry exchange that had been building since the moment they left the Academy.
