They'd been doing this song and dance for so long now, with him stalking her and her rejecting him. And now here he was, in her bedroom with no sign of going anywhere. She wasn't throwing him out, she was letting him do some really messed up things to her. She didn't know why she wanted him, but she couldn't help that she did.
And soon her feet were off the floor and he'd shoved her into the wall again, but this time there was no where to go. She was between him and the wall and the way he was grinding into her...well it was hard for him to hide what he wanted right now. She kept slamming back into the wall, every time he thrust his hips into her. A soft moan escaped her lips and her body was quivering.
There was so much he could do to her right now. As many times as she had imagined this, she didn't quite see him taking her against the wall, at least not at first. There was so much about this that was unknown and that just heightened every part of it for her, probably for him too. He probably wasn't able to be so rough with Elle. She was fragile and easily broken. That was not the case with Veronica.