"Rick stop!"
He wouldn't though, not while she still had doubts. He pinned her wrists over her head, watching her wild black locks spread out over the snow and her dark green eyes grow wide in a strange mix of fear and awe. She struggled as much as she could, kicking her delicate legs and letting out a scream but in the Canadian wilderness, they weren't likely to be heard. He tore at the baggy clothes she wore, jerking them off of her roughly, drawing another wail from her. She squeezed her eyes shut and he hesitated, for a short moment before those green eyes rolled back up at him with complete distrust. He shut down, as a man and as a rational being and snarled his retort with bared teeth, rending her jeans nearly in two in his fury.
He loved her. He needed her. She had saved his life and made him a better man. And now, now she wouldn't even stop to fucking listen to him! He snatched her up by her hips, lifting her with ease and smashing her against his chest, crashing his mouth against her's. She struggled but he cupped the back of her head, forcing the kiss on her harder, until he was sure it bruised her lips and then finally pulled away. She was tearing up and he watched the droplets slide down her cheeks slowly before he turned his attention back to her body. Her small breasts shuddered and her nipples puckered in the cold air. Her stomach trembled and the small tattoo she'd gotten in honor of his service stood out starkly against her pale skin. He dropped her back to the forest floor gently, his hands sliding from her shoulders down to her waist and then her hips, holding her in place.
She was still struggling, shrieking with rage and smacking at his arms, trying to push his head away. He braced a thick arm over her waist, pinning her in place and ignoring her flailing limbs while he pulled her underwear to the side. Vanilla and dark honey, along with the musky scent of her sex came to him and he growled again, burying his face against her. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair and trying to push him away as she tossed her head to the side, "I sa-said no!" She gave a sobbing cry as he drew his tongue up her folds and then he plunged the muscle inside of her. Her hips bucked and her fingers tightened in his hair as she screamed her outrage. She kicked her legs, her heels digging into his back and he thrust his tongue into her roughly before raising himself, dragging her towards him while he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down as much as he could in the situation.
The fight in her renewed and she shrieked, fury lacing her expression and her nails digging into his abs, drawing up painfully. He ignored it as best he could, guilt starting to ride him. Maybe he should stop now...? But she still had that distrustful look on her face and this time, she was pissed. Fuck, he loved when she looked like that. It was a complete turn-around from the sweet Mirela most people knew. Only he got to see this. He flattened her against the ground, pinning her with his body and his erection landing against her ass. That familiar flush was starting to cover her cheeks and he panted raggedly over her, forcing one of her legs to the side.
