he is not far from her

He is sitting nearby, glaring at her. His hand playing with his knife. He cannot stand it that she's there but not truly with him. Even in unconscious state she looks good and he wants to touch her, taste her...

He glances at his knife once more, tempted to slice through her bonds just to feel her warmth against him again. The desire building inside of him is painful and unyielding. No one else can have her like this; they don't understand the depths of their connection. He needs to make sure she knows it too...

He clenches his fists tightly, trying to calm the rage and possessiveness building within him. But it's no use; she is all he can think about now. Standing up, he stalks toward her, eyes burning with desire and something akin to desperation. Reaching out, he roughly grips her shoulder, shaking her until she comes back around. "Wake up," he growls through clenched teeth, his other hand trembling as it nears the knife at his belt. "It's time for you to remember why you belong with me."

She looks at him with such fear... it's both exhilarating and infuriating. He knows she feels the connection between them, but seeing her like this only makes him want to prove it more forcefully, show her that there is no escape from his embrace. His heart races and adrenaline surges through his veins as he looms closer, trapping her body under his larger form. "I've never hurt you," he growls out harshly, voice rough with restraint. "But if you make me... I won't hesitate."

He pins her with his glare, daring her to disobey. "You belong to me," he says coldly, voice hard as steel. "No one else can touch you like this. Not now, not ever." His free hand curls into a fist at his side, knuckles going white from the effort of keeping himself in check. "I will never let anyone hurt you... but only if you're mine," he adds almost mockingly.

His other hand slips between them, roughly cupping her cheek in his palm. The contrast of his cold touch against her skin sends shivers down her spine as he pulls her closer still. "Do you understand that?" he demands fiercely, his eyes boring into hers as if to seek the truth within. "Do you belong to me?"

His grip on her face tightens, and she whimpers softly, trying to pull away. It's the perfect response; proof that he truly does have power over her. He smirks darkly, the corner of his mouth twitching with a mixture of pleasure and cruelty. "Good," he says almost silkily, easing up just enough for her to feel relief wash over her before snatching it back. "Now say it."

He tilts her head up with the hand still on her cheek, forcing her to look into his eyes as he presses his advantage. "Say you belong to me," he growls, "And I'll let you go." The knife at his side threatens silently; he could end this now if she refuses. But he wants her words more than anything else in the world.

His patience wears thin as she stares up at him silently, eyes wide with fear and confusion. He growls low in his throat, tightening his grip on her face once more until she flinches. "Say it!" he snarls, anger and desperation warring within him. It's a testament to just how deep their connection runs that he is willing to risk everything for this moment of surrender from her.

He can feel the muscles in his arm bunch as he forces himself to remain calm, knowing that any second could be the last if he loses control. His knuckles are white from where he clenches at his side, every fiber of his being screaming for release; for her submission and acknowledgement of their bond.

With a final growl of frustration, he tilts her head back further and roughly presses his lips against hers in a brutal

Her protest dies in a muffled whimper as his lips press down harder on hers, teeth nipping roughly at her bottom lip. She tastes of fear and confusion but also submission; he can taste the surrender building within her like it's sweet nectar to him. With a growl, he pulls back just enough to glare into her wide, scared eyes before forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue deep inside.

His free hand curls into a fist once more at his side, the other still holding her face firmly in place. He can feel the need for release building, pressing against every inch of him, threatening to consume him whole if he doesn't take what he wants now. With one powerful thrust, he pierces through her hymen and feels her muscles clench around him as she climaxes hard, her moans muffled by their kiss.

At last,