That one single word, that was such an act of defiance was something that he was not going to have in his woman, not even a little. He let out a growl like nothing else before. It was so deep and loud that it seemed to shake the floor under them. The little rocks and crumbles of the floor from there fight moving around on the vibrating floor. He was not going to use words to show her that she had picked the wrong choice. It was not a question, he was telling her. And she out right, in public denied him. So now he was going to have to publicly take her like she has never been taken. His claws were already at her waist band, and he just hooked a finger under it, and let his claws start to rip through it. He made sure to just her her bottoms, and not her panties. He was not going to take her fast. He as going to make sure that she understood that he had the power to hold her, take her, and do with what he want with her.<br/><br/>The sound of ripping fabric reached his eyes, and he just kept on moving down. His hips pushing down into hers, his growing cock pushing into her body, as his arousal for her started to grow. He finally reached the bottom of the fabric, and then one hand grabbing the bottom half, and the other grabbing the top half, they each pulled, removing it from under them both. He did not even look down. His hand moving at up and to her top. He hooked his fingers under it as well, and sarted to pull up, He was not going to rip this one unless he had to.