She wasted her anger on driving herself down on him, momentarily sated with his thickness wrapped tightly in her hips. He said the name he had given her again, fueling the fire within her and coaxing another growl from her chest. She tried to shake her head, to release herself from the tangle of emotions that coursed through her. Her need for release, when already pushed so close to edge, had full control of her body. Need and anger were life force now.<br/><br/>With her throat bared to him, his hand pressing her head back, her green eyes focused on the roof of the tent, tears cresting at the corners. She’d lost all her power. This was not a position of dominance. His fingers slid into her mouth, holding her tongue down roughly. Her first reaction was to bite down, draw blood and maim the band that had initially explored her. He pressed another finger into the outside of her cheek, forcing her own flesh between her jaws and duly stopping her from taking the vicious action against his hand.<br/><br/>Before she could react he flipped her back onto the floor, the weight of his body against her chest and a rough hand at her forehead. He spilled himself across her feminine features as she grit her teeth and fought for space. His seed was hot and it smeared across her face when she tried to get free of his grip.<br/><br/>Her own heat throbbed between her thighs, half sated and needy. The sensation was enough to drive her mad as he had his end so close to her bloodthirsty teeth.