Caius moved his hand on her waist upward, clearly intending to torture her with it. Rose tried to escape his grasp, but his weight pinned her to the bed. He was also pressing himself just right between her legs, which made it impossible to ignore.
She pulled a hand free while struggling against him, but all that movement made her more aroused and more aware of the heavy, intoxicating weight of him pinning her down, the rough slide of his palm on her skin, and the jolting shock of her nipples grazing the hard plane of his chest.
Rose's free hand clenched the sheets as Caius kissed her hard to stop her from moving so much. But it only made her grind harder against him, hating the cloth between them.
She was beginning to wonder if she might have to beg at this rate.
