<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Plain Robes<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom.<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup>year.<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st, 2017.<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>9:51pm<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hallway leading to Gryffindor dorms.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>After hours.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Rosalyn | Open<br/><hr/>Rosalyn probably shouldn’t have been so trusting and willing to relieve Zacharias. Even if they were engaged to be wed, the right thing to do was to be a bit fearful or even apprehensions about the man that was willing to take advantage of her to such a degree. A man who was more aggressive than polite, and seemed far more interested in making her submit than winning her heart. But regardless of what she thought she would soon learn that giving him even the slightest inch was comparable to giving herself away. He’d take completely advantage of anything she was willing to give, because he knew there was nothing she would do to resist him. This was why when that beautiful and curvaceous body of hers willingly arched into his hands, he was happy to press his hands over where she was begging to be touched. She was right, he wasn’t giving her yearning bosom the attention that she was truly craving, nor did he deny her some frequent and pleasurable strokes and caresses. He wanted her body heated up and needy, but wasn’t going to push her to the edge of desire till he was ready to break her.<br/><br/>Once their lips parted he could only smile at the words she’d spoken in response to him. He didn’t bother correcting her, even though he really felt like he should, instead he simply pressed those lips of his back against hers to take her in another passionate kiss. Their deep lip lock followed by his hands on her wrists slowly working her wrists down. He dragged those hands of hers down from the top of her head, tugging them behind her back so they were resting against her lower back. Once her hands were snugly pressed to her lower back, he’d release them while softly mumbling into her mouth.<em>"Don’t move your hands.. till I tell you.."</em>He spoke the words in a slight mumble before  both of those hands of his now began to work feverishly across her body. This time his hands worked all the more intimately over her body, giving it the attention that it craved. One hand sunk across the length of that ample bosom of hers, pressing those swollen breasts into his palm and caressing them, making sure that the tip of her buds worked themselves across his palm.<br/><br/>It was then that she’d learn just what sort of man Zacharias was. Aggressive, to the extent that he was extremely rude. So rude in fact that when his hand grasped those full breasts he’d tug at that robe of hers. It was not a gentle tug, nor him asking to remove that delicate robe of hers. The tug was powerful that she’d soon hear the sound of that splendid robe of hers now ripping to pieces. He tore it down the center so that splendid figure of hers was now exposed to his eager view. That body of hers, even covered by the bra, in his view. She was technically his to look upon, her body his to watch, but that didn’t change the fact that he was gazing on it far too early to be appropriate. The only thing protecting her from his touch being bra of hers, but whether she’d appreciate that safety or be disappointed that his fingers were working directly over her breasts was something just for her to fret upon.  But now he wasn’t just stroking and caressing her breasts, he squeezed them into his touch while working his thumb over the front of her breasts to ease across the obvious extrusion of her nipple seen from the bra. His thumb worked across it in slow strokes, rolling around it.<br/><br/>That other hand of his remained pressed to her bottom, not just so he could squeeze that sizable rear into his palm but also so that he could squeeze and knead her rear. But now his hand was purposefully lifting her body up against the wall, using the leverage he had on her rear to hold her up as he continued to lift her body toward him. Each time he lifted her body up she’d feel him gradually guiding her legs to wrist around his waist. The real purpose of lifting and placing her in such a manner was so that there would be no impediment between their bodies. His body dipping forward to join their hips together. Even with her tattered robe, there were still enough layers between them to create interference. But not enough that when he pressed their hips together in a kiss she’d clearly feel<em>him</em>against her inner thighs. His own heavy robes blocking any chance she had of clearly feeling his body against her own. That intimate touch between their bodies occurring while their lips were still pressed so deeply together, keeping their lips locked as he waited for her to either resist him or protest him taking this any further.