Without thinking, I leaned and captured her lips, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Her lips were soft and warm, molding against mine. I kissed her with a fierceness, needing to claim her, to make her understand that she belonged to me. My grip on her waist tightened as I deepened the kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating feel of her mouth-fierce, demanding, needing to feel her submit to me, she didn't respond to my kiss. But she let out a muffled whimper a small, helpless sound that sliced through my haze of desire. I felt her push lightly against my chest, and it hit me-she was scared more than I thought. I'd kissed her too roughly without even asking for her permission, let my possessiveness take over. I pulled back abruptly, my breathing uneven, and saw her lips slightly swollen from the force. I noticed the hint of pain in her expression.