He grabbed her firmly, she could tell that underneath the hard muscles was a tenderness, and she did thoroughly enjoy being a prisoner to his love.

She searched her feelings. Was this the sort of man she wanted? All her previous lovers were so polite and acceptable, and yet she felt more alive with this coarse, enormous rogue of a man who took what he wanted and made no apologies for it. Her head was swimming with emotions. How could a man who was so wrong for her feel so good? Her heart was racing now and she realized her body answered his regardless of what her head was trying to reconcile. He tightened his already vice-like grip on her and his face brushed against her skin. She felt her heart flutter even faster and she realized this was what she had always dreamed of, hungered for and wanted. Reason stood now alone and she exiled it into the back of her mind as the feelings raced through her mind and limbs...

etc. etc. etc.

;-)

With more time on my hands, I'm warming up for a book that involves a good deal of romance.