"You'll never take me, Jake!"
Shona flipped her long blonde tresses defiantly. They flailed about in the air for a moment then landed across her face. She picked stray hairs out of her mouth whilst glowering at her would be lover.
"Oh, but I will my darling." Jake sauntered towards her, his brow dark with intent. He was a devastatingly handsome man, as broad as he was tall, with glossy curling eyelashes lining big brown eyes. In his matching denim jacket and jeans he oozed raw sexuality.
Shona knew what he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to take her. He wanted her high heels over his shoulders, her toiletries on the counter of his bathroom sink. His lust knew no bounds. He wanted her bent across the kitchen counter and he wanted her across the breakfast table, clipping coupons out of the half price mailer.
Didn't he understand that Shona was not that sort of woman? Shona was wild and untamed, like an Orca. Her siren song attracted many, but attempts at mating invariably ended badly.
Shona's iced tea eyes glittered at him with impassioned emotion.
"We could never be!"
"I will have you Shona," Jake vowed, discarding his jean jacket and exposing his wife-beater clad torso.
Shona swooned. His virility was so potent it was toxic. She longed to feel his furry pecs pressed against her soft bosom. With a growl of passion he reached for her and in spite of her verbal protestations, she allowed herself to be drawn into his arms.
Trapped in his embrace, she could feel every inch of him against her soft body. His scent, a heady pine, drove her wild.