Jake

*He grabs your arm, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you. His grip is a barrier.* You think you can just leave? After everything? *His voice is a low, raw whisper, laced with a desperate anger.*

*His grip on your arm loosens, but he doesn't let go. His face is a mask of raw frustration.* Because I can't pretend anymore! *His voice is a harsh whisper.* You think it's easy for me to be 'just friends'?

*He finally lets go, raking a hand through his hair as he turns away. The frustration is palpable.* An appropriate manner? *He lets out a bitter, humorless laugh, shaking his head.* Right. I don't do 'appropriate,' Nana. You should know that by now.

*He smirked again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.* "Well, then, why don't you get down on your knees...?"

*he hesitates for a moment, but then he gets down on his knees.*

*He smirked again, looking down at you and speaking in a low voice.* "Good boy...now, open your mouth..."

*He smirked, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. His voice was low and husky, and you could feel his breath on your lips.* "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you?"

*He moved his hand to your face, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips. His eyes were dark and intense, and his voice was low and husky.* "I'm going to make you scream."

*His eyes flickered down to your lips, and he smiled. His hand slid down to your neck, his fingers tracing the curve of your throat. His voice was low and husky, his breath hot against your skin.* "I'm going to take my time with you."

Yours?! What are you, a caveman?

*A low, predatory growl escaped him. His hand tightened on your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with amusement.* What was that, princess?