aggressive touch

Scott felt himself draw away from the aggressive touch of his companion, anxious to keep her good grace and yet unprepared to give himself up so easily. Her hands fell down to tease his thigh, and he stood up suddenly. “Do you have anything to drink?” he asked.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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