When Wric grabs her wrists, she growls in frustration and tries to pull herself free, but he was too strong and too quick, that when he rolled them over, she gasped in surprise. She did not at all like the shift in power, struggling to get him off of her. But his weight was more than she could handle.<br/><br/>What she hadn’t expected, however, was the reaction her body had to him. Not just him being on top of her. Not just the way he held her wrists above her head flat against the ground. But those two together mixed with the whispered breath, hot against the skin of her neck, his lips grazing her ear. Her heart leapt and something inside of her tingled deep within her core and between her legs. Her bottom lip trembled as her eyes stared straight up at the sky, another gasp escaping her throat, but this one far different from the surprised gasp from moments earlier. “W-Wric?” She whispered his name as a knee jerk reaction from the shock of the situation. Or did she say it because he told her to say it. She didn’t know which it was...but had her cheeks not already been rosied from her attempted assault, she would have turned a deep scarlet from embarrassment...and something more.