Mako slammed the door to your room, glaring at you as he stomps over to your bed. He snatches the book out of your hands, then grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He glared.

Don’t question it. I need this. He growled, then suddenly your lips are enveloped in his own, your chest and hips connected with his. He uses one hand to keep your wrists up, the other starts touching you—sliding down your collar to your chest, stomach, hips, thigh…. He started going up once he finished.