Her fingertips tried to tighten, even as his downward pull prised her free and scrapped her bared front down the rough bark of the tree - a motion brought to an abrupt and painful halt with the punch in the midst of her upper back, fair head arched back with a grunted cry as it forced some of the breath from her and set up a hard ache in the tightening muscles.<br/><br/>Then she felt the hard coldness of his dangerous metal come to rest upon the soft skin of her throat, and her inhalation became the fainted of protesting whimpers as she felt his movements behind her, and the hard head of him was reintroduced to her body, where she'd already begun to recover from the enforced stretching that now began anew.