She couldn't even think anymore. All there was was his warm intimidating body pinning her to the cold, dirty ground, and his bruising, demanding hands. All there was was the throbbing between her legs as she wrapped them around him, and all the grief and anger running through her veins and making her spark harshly against her mouth, his body, from the tips of her fingers scratching at his smooth, dipping back. She wanted to let it all out, into him. All of it.