Even though Rosalind pushed at him with both hands, trying to force him away, he remained completely unrelenting.
Parting his lips slightly, Alaric brushed his mouth against her lower lip, lingering there before moving to the upper one, and then he tilted his head and returned to the lower lip again.
Rosalind protested beneath him, but he paid no attention to it as he kept her trapped under his weight. His fingers pressed more firmly against her cheeks until her lips parted, and then he deepened the kiss, forcing it further as though determined to consume every bit of her resistance.
The sound that escaped Rosalind seemed only to please him more because he kissed her with a hunger that felt less like affection and more like possession, as though he wanted to claim every part of her for himself.
When at last he was satisfied, he finally pulled away and looked at her. Her lips were now swollen, and there was the faint sting of where they had been bitten too hard.
