There was flicker of resistance and hesitation in his eyes as she held close and kissed him, but the grip in his hair and the harder kiss that followed was answered.  His own fingers moving to the back of her neck and gripping it hard, showing the great strength in his form as he kissed her back hard before she drew away to gasp and draw them toward the wall.<br/><br/>His clothing was tight to flatter his physique and had the overly elaborate fastenings and closures of most formal wear.  And at her efforts his own hand moved to drag down the front of her, from neck down along her curves before coming back up to the neckline of her dress and pulling.  He'd learned long ago that fumbling with a woman's clothes only let her fire cool, while tearing them always served to inflame her more.  And in his suddenly needful haze he had no patience to wait anyway to bare her to his eyes and hands and hunger.<br/><br/>He felt his shoulder collide with someone, but simply shoved past as he jerked at her dress again, pulling hard and seeking to tear that annoying barrier to his lust aside.