Front facelock

You struggle against his grip, but his hold on your wrists is unyielding. His strength surprises you, and a shiver runs down your spine at the dominance in his touch. He pushes you backwards until your back hits the wall, trapping you between his muscular body and the cold surface. His lips trail along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your skin. "Give up already," he murmurs against your ear, his voice low and commanding. "You know you can't win against me." His free hand slides down your chest, pausing at the waistband of your pants. "I think it's time I showed you just how much I've been holding back," he says with a dark chuckle, his fingers hooking into the fabric. "And don't even think about resisting. You're mine now."

His arm wraps tightly around your neck, pulling your head against his shoulder and restricting your airflow. His other hand continues to hold your wrists behind your back, ensuring you can't escape his grip. He presses his body flush against yours, trapping you completely. "You're not going anywhere," he pants in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hips grind against yours, making his intentions clear. "I've waited too long for this moment. To finally have you at my mercy." His fingers dig into your wrists, a painful reminder of your predicament. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and submit, or do I need to teach you a harder lesson?" His grip tightens, cutting off more of your air supply as he waits for your response.