"Sebastian…" Elle uttered his name once again, wishing with all her heart that she could just lift her hand to touch him. But he was pinning them so hard against the wall as he towered over her, covering her body with his own hard one.
Her heart squeezed hard when she heard him take deep breaths as they came out so shakily. She could feel how much effort he was taking to calm down.
So, she moved and leaned her head on his chest. Hopefully, this mild and obedient gesture from her would somehow calm his volatile emotions. Lord… the things that this man does to her! He would anger and infuriate and hurt her to the highest of heights possible, and then in the very next moment, make her feel like this.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!