Her eyes met mine with no hint of disgust. Instead, she looked at my effort like it barely even registered.
"Are you happy? Doing this to me?" Her lips curled into a thin, mocking smirk. "Does this even satisfy you? Does it make you feel more of a man?"
Her little act of defiance pissed me off. And something in her eyes told me she understood my every growl, in a way that went past normal language.
"RGGG!"
I stopped being gentle. I became a wild animal. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her so hard, the floor screeched . The sound was wet and violent.
The friction was too strong that I could smell blood. Her body was like a doll, just taking the wild storm I was giving her.
"Still… not bothered?" I growled. Even though I'm normally forceful, part of this violent streak came from my transformation. It made me more domineering by nature, a way to assert that I was the alpha.
"You think this is enough to make me surrender?" she shot back.
