You barely resist.

You can almost taste the sweetness of her skin, and you can smell her arousal as you look into her eyes. Some part of you is telling you that Melissa wouldn't mind if you were to be the one to corrupt her, that she secretly wants you to. The urge is strong as you subconsciously lower your head to meet her lips, her own parting slightly as you near. One kiss would be all it takes...

With a low groan, you jerk your head back; your eyes squinting close as you blindly grab at the last restraint, finding it and ripping it apart with disturbing ease. With Melissa now free, you need to make sure she'll be safe for the moment. Leaving sounds like a good plan, but you know where she is; you turn and she'd be a free meal. Only one option. You spot the golden bedpost, still in Angela's remains. You don't think you're too far along and already there's nothing in the world or hell(crap, where did that come from?) that will make you willingly touch that.

"Grab the post," you mutter, "And finish it. Make sure you'll be ok tonight." It's not what either of you want to hear, but she reluctantly obeys. When she turns around, she's puzzled a bit as you take her place on the bed, even going so far as to restrain your one arm.

"So I can't resist as much." You answer her unvoiced question. "Aim for the heart; or you know, you could be on top." You end with a deep, suggestive tone in your voice, only for you blink a bit. "Hurry, before I stop you."

Melissa clutchs the bedpost, unsure about what she should do.