She was breathing fast and shallow, watching him move like a lithe cat. She liked how deep the kiss was, how hard, and she could feel her lips plump as he nibbled them, could taste blood on his tongue. She groaned into his mouth, glad his muffled hers, and felt him pin her upper body down. She pretended to struggle a bit, liking that he was so much stronger than her.
When he pushed his pants down, she let her feet touch the ground again, wondering how he was going to position her, wondering how they were going to move. She was breathing hard through her nose, whimpering when his hands went to her breasts outside of her shirt. She grabbed them by the wrist, guiding them under her shirt and pushing her bra upward without taking it off. "Alec," she whimpered when her mouth was free. "Now."