Arin stilled, her eyes widening as she watched Rhory try to gain entrance between her lips.
For a second, her mind did not catch up with what was happening or if this was real or something her head had made up. But the hold at her neck grounded her. His fingers pressed in slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep her from pulling away, while his other hand drew her closer.
That was when it settled that this was very much real.
Her hands came up, pushing against his chest, trying to create space between them, but Rhory barely moved. She shifted her weight into it, pressing harder, but he stayed where he was. After a moment, the effort slowed. It was clear he was not going to stop just because she resisted.
So she changed it.
Instead of pushing, her hands dropped between them, bracing against his chest as she turned her face slightly away, keeping her lips closed.
And her refusal finally made him pause.
