He had waited two days. After she had left and he had gotten a good night's sleep, the guilt had started to set in a bit. It wasn't like he was a saint and it wasn't like she didn't basically beg for it. She wanted to feel pain and he was right there beside her in that department, but with what she had revealed, he couldn't help but feel if he was taking advantage of her. But still, she wanted it, he knew that.

He stood waiting in the gorilla, watching her on the monitor. She was in new ring gear, sand and dark brown, looking like the lioness he had dubbed her to be, taking down her prey. A little smirk on his face as he was sure she had chosen those colours to send him a message. His hand went inside his tank top, his fingers running over the gashes she had made two days earlier. They were healing nicely but he liked feeling them and he wanted more.

He was snatched out of his dirty thoughts as her theme music started playing. He looked at the monitor again, watching her make her way up the ramp, that cold stare back at her defeated opponent. He wanted her really bad right in that moment. Nothing he could do about it though since he was set to enter the moment both women were out. Her eyes quickly caught hold of his as she walked through the gorilla and then she was gone.

He made his way sweaty as hell to the catering right after his match. He needed a bottle of water before heading back to the locker room to shower. His eyes landed on her back the moment he stepped inside. She had just gotten herself a cafe latte from the machine. He walked over without a sound and stood as close to her as he dared. She turned around while sipping on the coffee. She was startled by him standing there and she jumped, making the milk foam smear on her upper lip.

With a little smirk he placed his thumb on her lip.
"Will you stop by my room tonight?" He asked casually as he wiped her lip with his thumb.
"Sure," she answered.
He sucked in his thumb between his own lips before smirking at her again.
"See you then," he said, grabbed a bottle of water and walked out.

He couldn't stop smiling as he heard knocking on his door later that evening. He knew it was her. He was already shirtless and waiting for her. He walked over to let her in, taking in the sight of her in that black mini dress.

"Just to be clear, this isn't some stupid sub/dom thing," he said after closing the door.
"I know," she said.
"I want you to hurt me just as I hurt you. Make my back match my chest," he said as he tapped his fingers on his collarbone.
"Take my breath away and I'll fucking cut you open if you like," she said with a twisted smile.

He chuckled as he closed the gab between them and bowed his head down to kiss her. His hands trailed down her sides until he reached the hem of her dress. His fingers grabbed it and he pulled it up and over her head. He sucked in his breath by the sight of her. She might feel cold inside but she was still fucking hot to him. It only took him a few seconds to get her out of her underwear, wanting to see her and feel her right away.

He gave her a push towards the bed and she stumbled down on it. She looked at him with wild eyes as he opened his jeans. He quickly got out of them and his boxers before walking over to her.

"No stupid foreplay. Just fucking ravage me," she said.

He chuckled by her words as he climbed up on the bed. He bowed down to bite her inner thigh, making her gasp by the pain, before sitting back up on his knees, grabbing both her thighs and yanking her towards him.

Without warning he pushed himself inside her as hard as he could, not stopping or slowing down once he was fully inside her, just going all crazy on her right away, thrusting in hard and fast. His hand quickly found her throat, squeezing more and more with each thrust.

"There," the word could hardly get over her lips.

He grinned at her, happy to see she kept her part of the agreement by letting him know when to stop.

He kept his hand there tight around her throat, keeping her on the edge as promised, as he started thrusting in as hard as he could. She gasped for air but he didn't let go. Her nails landed on his back. She clawed at him like crazy while her entire body started shaking under him as he made her cum. He had no doubt she would have screamed if she could but all there came out was muffled cries caused by his actions and he had never heard anything that sexy before.

He came right after and collapsed down on her. His hand still laid on her throat but he wasn't squeezing anymore. He panted, trying to catch his breath, and first now he felt the delightful pain on his back and a tickling feeling of blood slowly running down.

He raised his head to look at her, a wide grin on his face that he couldn't hold back even if he tried.

"Did I do good?" He asked, his voice clearly shining through with pride.
"Yeah," she answered and twisted a little smile.
"So did you, lioness," he said and gave her a quick kiss.

He left her body and the bed and located his boxers on the floor. He didn't need to say anything to get her out. She already knew she wasn't supposed to stay the night and she didn't want to either. She left the bed as well and got dressed without a word.

"Hey," he called out as she started walking across the room.
She turned around and looked at him.
"Can you draw blood with your teeth as well?" He asked.
"Of course," she answered.
"Prove it next time," he said.

She nodded, turned around again and walked to the door. She opened it, stepped out of his room and just as she was closing the door behind her, she heard him speak in a soft tone.

"Sleep tight."