At his touch she flamed.
"Don't!" she cried imperiously.

"I don't like it!" He laughed, held her the more tightly, kissed her half a dozen times squarely upon the lips.

"Not that tone to me," said he.

"I shall kiss you when I please." She was furiously angry; but again her nerves were trembling, were responding to those caresses, and even as she hated him for violating her lips, she longed for him to continue to violate them.

She started up.