"This is so wrong ..." Emma breathed out against his lips when he pinned her up against the wall.
"Is it?" Alexander echoed, slipping his hands underneath her large sweater, grazing her lips.
"She's my friend ..." Emma argued weakly, albeit unwilling to push him off.
"Don't think about it." He merely replied, starting to nibble on her neck.
As his lips nipped down on her sensitive skin, Emma let out a breathless moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, so that he could hook her legs around his torso, effectively seizing her in his arms. The walk to his bedroom was short, and before she could say anything, she found herself on his bed, him hovering over her.
His every touch was inebriating, the way his lips knew exactly where to go in order for her to lose sight of her moral duties, the way his hands skillfully caressed every inch of her skin, as if savoring it in advance, was driving her insane. And when she met his fiery gaze, Emma knew she was doomed. She had no chance but to surrender to this devil that was tempting her, pushing her towards something that - she was well aware - would be difficult to give up on once set in motion.