Then, meeting his eyes, savagely alight with the fire of conquest, she turned her head quickly aside.

But it was useless.

She was powerless in the vice-like grip of his arms, and the next moment he was kissing her, eyes and mouth and pulsing throat, with terrible, burning kisses that seemed to sear their way through her whole body, branding her indelibly his.
It was useless to struggle.

She hung nervelessly in his straining arms, mute and helpless to withstand him, while his passion swept over her like a tidal wave, submerging her utterly.
When at last he set her free she swayed unsteadily, catching at the table for support.

Her knees seemed to be giving way under her.