Suddenly, her arms were pinned to the wall and his hardness brushed against her pale, smooth thighs. She shivered from the warm, moist contact on her skin. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh and her heart sped up in her chest, beating against her ribs. The sound he made frightened her and she was once more reminded of their age difference. He was a man and Melissa was just a teenager in over her head.
It was the first time she tried to fight back. She struggled against his hold when he removed one hand from her wrists. She attempted to push him away, but without the rest of her circle, she was merely human. His large hand easily held her skinny wrists and she opened her mouth to protest, all that came out was a quiet moan. His fingers were between her thighs, brushing inside her and she felt small amounts of pleasure shoot through her.