Nasrin let out a startled "MMPH!" sound when, suddenly, Ihlsepar was mauling her, his mouth against hers, her back against the wall, and it was so abrupt and aggressive that she didn't actually care who he was right then. The booze might have had something to do with that, too, but damn. A thrill went through her, heat pooling between her legs, and she tangled her hand in his hair as she kissed him back, if a bit sloppily.
Of course, that was when the guard came by.
Which explained all that.
And also explained why he was so cautious about taking her inside. He lived with his father?
She snorted at that, and as soon as the guard left, she opened her mouth to comment on that, but then Ihlsepar was leaning in closer, and his hand was smoothing back her hair, and the thought escaped her completely.
Because then his lips were on hers again, and she met his kiss willingly, if roughly, her fingers curled tightly in his hair and her teeth nipping sharply at his lips. She reached with her other hand and gave his ass a hard squeeze, growling in enjoyment as she forced their hips together. Part of her knew this was wrong. She still hated him. And he'd fucked her sister. But what could she say? She was drunk, she was horny, and he was deliciously forceful--in public! He wasn't a bad kisser, either.
"I hate you," she mumbled against his lips, even as she started to grind against him.