Within moments, Emira had been carried into the woods and just as she felt all the blood rushing into her face, Prince Zen bent at the waist and tossed her unceremoniously onto the hammock strung between two trees. The ropes moved under her weight and as she tried to straighten, the man pushed her over and climbed onto the hammock, making it dip sharply as if swayed backward and forward.
In the next minute, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, and Emira stilled. She tried to wriggle away from him but the hammock offered her no purchase. In the next minute, he bit her shoulder lightly and ordered,"Stop moving, little fire, unless you really do want to get fucked..."
Emira stilled. So, for now, he was not going to... have his way with her?
She felt him move then, as he inhaled forcefully and could not help herself. She threaded her fingers through his hair and caressed his head gently.
