Ann H (17 page)

“No!” Darian
struggled against the hold around her, but he wouldn’t give. “Let go.”

“I can’t let you
go,” he rubbed his lips across hers.

She opened her
mouth to speak only to have him close his over hers again. His head slanted to
the side, as did she. This time the kiss was tender and deep. Darian thought
she was going to fall to the ground with the power and the seduction of his
kiss.

She felt her
feet leave the ground, but the kiss was too strong for her to investigate as to
why. Only when her feet touched the ground again did she find the strength to
pull away and end it.

Once her eyes
opened and she saw that they were in the woods, alone and away from everyone,
Darian panicked. She started to struggle in his arms, twisting, and turning her
body as well as she pushed against his chest. This was what Tiffany had told
her. He would take her into the woods and force himself on her.

“Hey, calm
down,” he said, holding her tight. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Let go!” she
panted, pushing as hard as she could against him.

She walked
backward until her back pressed up against a tree. He boxed her between his
arms and pressed her against a tree. She was breathing hard, fearing what was
to come next. Was he going to rip her dress? Was he going to rape her?

No, what he did
was reach up and touched her face as Darian turned her head away, closing her
eyes tightly.

“I’m not going
to hurt you, Darian,” he said low. “I could never hurt you.”

“Then let me
go,” she breathed out.

“Look at me.”

She shook her
head no.

His hand went
under her chin and with some force; her face was turned so she was looking up
at him. “You’re very beautiful.”