He seemed to enjoy the resistance more and more as she fought back. He pushed her against the oak with all of his weight, making sure she felt every inch of his hardness and every ounce of his determination.
He was showing her that his desire was more important than her will by how rough he was with her. Every time she thought she had found a moment of peace, he would come back down, his mouth a heavy, demanding force that made her breathless, dizzy, and more aware of how useless she was.
Rex's patience with her refusal finally turned into cold, predatory amusement. He let go of her wrists, but before she could even think of a way to get away, his hand shot up and his thick fingers grabbed her chin with a lot of force.
He held her jaw so tightly that her mouth opened wide. Her head jerked back against the bark, and her tongue slipped out, shaking and vulnerable.
'No...! I don't want to show something embarrassing like this...'
