" What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice husky with anger.

I backed away, hitting the wall, and watched warily as he stalked me. My chin tilted, my lips parting in surprise as he placed his hands above my head on the wall and caged me against it. He lowered his head, his nose sliding along mine until his mouth rested just above my lips. I swallowed, finally finding my voice. “What do you want from me?”

His answer was to crush my lips beneath his. "

― Samantha Young , Until Fountain Bridge (On Dublin Street, #1.5)