She sat at a desk in the bedroom, reading some pages she had just printed off the internet. It was late, and she was having trouble concentrating; she really didn't care for the text. She had turned off all the lights in the room, except for the lamp over the desk, forcing her mind to focus on the black spots carved in the smooth white paper.
Turning a page over, she sighed trying to immerse her mind again. The house was so quiet, as was the night around it, so she quickly forgot her surroundings. Finally she was able to loose herself in the text, but only because that way it would be over sooner.
Leaning forward a bit, she thoughtlessly ran a hand through her hair, and then pulled it way so it would dangle back on her shoulder. Someone grabbed her wrist and she froze. Instantly she brought herself back to the real world, and noticed a distinctly masculine scent in the air... when had he come in? She instinctively began to turn around to see him, but before she could complete her move, he yanked on her arm, twisting it so she fell to the side off her chair. Her loose hair fell about her head, blocking her vision.
She hadn't recovered from the shock of being grabbed suddenly, and new fear was creeping through her, although she still thought it was some kind of joke. On hands and knees, she tried to crawl away, maybe hide on the bed. It was only a couple of feet away. A rough hand snatched at the back of her blouse, pulling her back, while another hand clamped over her shoulder. Almost lifting her bodily off the floor, he pulled her up and shoved her against the wall. As her hair flailed around her face, she thought the joke was not funny anymore.
"What...?" she began, charging at him trying to get away from the wall. Instantly, and with incredible force, he shoved her back against the hard surface. For the first time she lifted her eyes to his face, and registered his completely expressionless countenance. Any protest died on her lips, dissipated by his look of ruthless purpose. Before she could even shrink back, he stepped forward, pressing his hard body against hers, sandwiching her against the wall. She could hardly breathe, so she didn't notice when his hand slipped behind her back to grab her hair. But she was instantly aware of it when he pulled her head back, twisting her face up to his. Then he leaned down and almost tenderly kissed her lips. Shocked at the paradox of the soft kiss, and rough body pressed against her, she couldn't react before his tongue slipped past her lips and played around her mouth.