Seth grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. My breathing becomes rapid, butterflies gather in my stomach, and excitement blooms between my thighs. The room is beginning to lighten and I'm able to make Seth out better. His dark hair has fallen across his forehead, his eyes crease in the corners from the ghost of a smile, and his cheekbones are so well-defined they look like they could slice the tips of my fingers right open.
Seth goes to say something but ultimately decides against it, pursing his lips then flying at me with a kiss so ardent I would be content if he decided to turn over and go to sleep. He doesn't, of course, taking the moment to slide himself inside me. It stings and I hiss. Slowly he starts moving his hips against mine, tightening his hold on my wrists. He wants me
