Miku tried to pull back, her body responding instinctively to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control in a situation that had spiraled far beyond her expectations.
But Ross's lips followed her actions, his mouth never leaving her nipple, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her sensitive flesh.
His touch was firm and unyielding, his teeth grazing her skin with a teasing, tantalizing pressure that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, her nerves alight with sensation, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
With a firm, unyielding grip, he got one hand on her back, his fingers digging into her skin, forcing her to stay in place, his strength leaving no room for argument or escape.
Miku could feel the power in his touch, the dominance that radiated from him, a force that seemed to seep into her very pores, claiming her, owning her, bending her to his will.
