Her wildness.
"Rachit's point of view,"
"Stop the nonsense and let me go."
She was still attempting to free herself from my grasp. I moved my lips from her neck to her chest and murmured, "No way."
By using my lips, I could lower her T-shirt a few inches off her chest. She was continually attempting to elude my grasp. I let go of her hands and used her T-shirt to tie her at the angle created by the head of my bed.
This behavior might have taken her completely by surprise. However, she has compelled me to do so. As long as she doesn't give in, I'll keep on insisting on my way of doing things.
There was nothing except her red-laced bra remaining on her upper torso. With my lips, I caressed her chest, my teeth leaving a series of traces on her skin. I kissed her torso and made my way toward her waist, despite her moaning and protesting. In the meantime, she was still attempting to pull me off her feet!