It felt like a struggle, like a test of boundaries as he caught her wrists and pushed her back again. She resisted, just a little - flexing the muscles in her arms and enjoying the feel of resistance, even as she let him back her up again.
That had been easier than she expected. She felt her lips twitch when he pinned her to the wall, and oh, this was different. Hands above her head and wonderfully powerless. Muriel had spent a long time cultivating her authority, and it had been a long time since she'd felt conquered.
Her leg went about him as he lifted her, and oh, there he was, sliding against the slick heat of her, teasing. A low moan rumbled out of her throat - Merlin, she made the strangest sounds in this body - and then she wrapped her arms tight around his neck at his urging.
"All yours," she whispered back, and then she felt every inch of him as he slipped inside her, and her breath rattled out in a gust.