I Will Own You
Instead, he gripped her jaw tightly, bringing her face forward.
"You call this a fling?" he snarled, slamming his lips onto hers in a wild, punishing kiss. There was nothing gentle or loving about it. It was chaotic, untamed, a messy, aggressive clash of lips and tongue.
His hand slipped into her hair, tangling among the blonde locks and fisting firmly. He kissed her like he owned her already, like he was staking his lethal claim on her.
His other hand disappeared inside her shorts. His fingers grazed the edge of her panties, and he broke the kiss long enough to growl, "Open wide for me, amore."