Finally, she went to bed, still puzzled.
He didn´t show up the next day – well, that had been to be expected, too.
A stinging pain woke her early the following morning. Dazed, she reached out to switch on the light but a hand grabbed her wrist. She reached with her free hand for her shoulder, touching the wound there. When he released her wrist, she rammed her elbow backwards into his rips. For once, that took him by surprise, but only caused a really dark chuckle. "Fighting mode again ?" he asked. Still not completely back to consciousness and angry, she struggled against the blanket to be able to sit up. A strong arm interrupted her. It took her some moments to relax. She hated being wakened like this. He felt her heartbeat getting slower again. His hand run through her hair.
"You could simply have woken me up", she said. "How boring." She sighed. "Yeah. Not bloody enough!" she mocked, feeling his fingers and claws drawing a line downwards over the back of her neck and down her spine. He put one arm around her hips, pulling her closer. A large hand rested warm under the lower hem of her shirt. "Did you had a look at the clock ?" she asked. They usually made love late in the evening, fading to sleep afterwards. She was supposed to wake up alone next morning, never noticing when he left. "I figured things got a little bit too predictable lately", came the dark and amused answer. "Too late for that, guy!" "You´re bloody bad tempered, you know", he stated. "Ha! Look who´s talking!" She tried to turn to him, but he didn´t allow her to. "In case you never noticed – you´ve made a fuckin´ habit of being bad-tempered!" She felt his hand roaming under her shirt and tried to stop him. "Whatever you´re up to – forget about it." He chuckled. "Are you trying to tell me no ?" She yawned. "Yeah. I don´t wanna be raped that early in the morning", she answered sleepily. Another chuckle followed.
Unperturbed, he straightened his grip and turned to his back, her body sprawled over his, her back against his chest. She realized that she was completely at his mercy now – and not very comfortable. Clawed hands wandered over her body, one under her shirt, the other one ripping her panties.
She sighed, somehow unwillingly noticing that her body had decided to want this – not asking her mind for permission first. She moaned when he explored more sensible regions. "Still don't want me ?" he asked some moments later. "No." That sounded half-hearted. "Somebody´s lying", he stated airily. "Stop", she muttered, unable to do anything to defend herself.
He brought her on her back easily, fixing her with his body and weight, growling. He kissed her, aggressive at first, becoming softer to her surprise. He forced her chin to the right, exposing the tender side of her throat. She realized that he knew how she feared him to bite her there. The sheer imagination send shivers through her body. He only used it as a distraction – she should have known. She gasped when she felt him thrusting into her, still not daring to turn her head to face him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging in his muscles. He would make her pay. To boost the enjoyment, he told her. "What for ?" she asked breathless when she finally dared to turn her head to watch him. "Telling you the truth ?" He had intended to answer her for about telling him no. This was a much better reason. "You shouldn´t have reminded me on that" he told her instead, threatening. She closed her eyes. There wouldn´t have been a way to avoid this anyway.
He was not patiently enough to make her come that time, but as that happened rarely anyway – and as it caused regularly some really bad damage – she didn´t bother. He turned again, taking her with him to rest above him. She always felt quite small when he did that. She settled in, her head resting against his chest.
She had almost faded to sleep when some sound brought her back. "Don't tell me that was your stomach." He laughed lowly. "Does that mean you´re going to stay for breakfast ?" she asked. "Just sleep", he ordered. His lazy tone told her yes. Fading to sleep again, she wondered if these were the two things which would always bring him back to her – sex and food.