She didn't want him to hurt her and if she didn't let him fuck her he would tear her apart. He wasn't going to let her go and he wasn't going to stop. Her choices had narrowed down to this moment. She either submitted or faced his wrath for the infractions she had committed.
He sat up, his powerful legs on either side of her naked thighs, trapping her in the soft bedding. His possessive heat raking her breasts as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his powerful shoulders. Her wide eyes traced over the tattoos mapped across his chest and up his neck. She reached out hesitantly to touch one on his pectoral muscle, but dropped her hand quickly.
"Touch me," he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip.