At last. It happened. She saw the animal in his eyes break free. He looked up at her with a flood of intensity, and suddenly moved. His hands pushed mightily against her restraining hold and she released them, grinning. When his fingers grasped at her shirt and tore it from her body, she gasped, momentarily pausing in her motions. She sat up, nails raking down the front of his chest and her eyes locked on his.<br/><br/>"Does a Thorn ask for permission to take what is his? Do you allow yourself to be controlled in this way? You are a Thorn. You are mighty, powerful, and strong. Do you allow the power of another to control you? Take what is yours, Thorn. Rise up, accept the power that is rightfully yours... and take what you desire."