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he finally was on top of her his shirt was bloodied as was his nose. He had her by the throat with one hand and had her hands pinned with the other. “ I think I like you in this position” he said with a grin, bad idea, in an instant she was free from his grip and had him pinned on the wall, elevated, by his throat. “I think I like you better when you don’t talk” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. When he tried shoving her back, nothing happened, of course not idiot she’s running on pure hatred he thought. He got tired of looking weak and defenseless he kicked her to the other side of the room. She fell, but then quickly got up. She gave him a death glare with those violet eyes specked with gold, now he thought now it will work. He grinned mischievously and she sprinted toward him, he opened his arms as she tackled him to the ground, he held his arms tight around her as she wiggled. “Let me go” she said growling, “No “he growled back. He wrapped his legs around her waist in an iron grip and held her face in his hands and kissed her. When she opened her mouth to fight back he kissed her harder, she stopped wiggling and put her arms around his neck as the kiss intensified. He pulled back and looked at her, her eyes pure violet, looked at him. Her long eyelashes, only making their strange color intensify, made her look peaceful, as if she could stay in this postition forever. In the quietest whisper she said “yours” then laid her head down on his chest. He rubbed her fiery hair and said “mine”.
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