Zarniya couldn't breathe.
He was thirsty and aggressively drinking her.
She wanted to escape.
He seemed to know what she was going to do, so he grabbed her hands and placed them above her head, both of her hands were trapped by his single huge hand.
Zarniya never felt so vulnerable and confused, this was the third kiss they shared. The first was aggressive and the emotion was excitement and anger. The second was pure and clumsy, and forcefully toned down.
Turned out that he held back in that second kiss too much, so the third kiss was unrestrained as if he finally could not fool himself. He was not angry, there was no harsh biting, but this felt more passionate and fierier.
There were seconds where he would take pause, to breathe. But then, he would do it again.
She desperately told him to stop whenever she could but all that was heard was her muffled moans.