Confusion swept over her raven brow as his deep voice rumbled his claim. Something within her clenched and quickened. Fear mixed with awe rippled through her errant wildflower eyes as they flickered between his ravenous indigos.
Again he stepped forward into her space forcing her to crane her delicate neck and tremble before his imposing presence. He was a dark god of the shadows towering over her.
She gulped as she could feel his voice deep in her own chest, a nonchoice before her, of allowing him his claim upon her or making her pay for the rejection. Her mind instantly shut out all thoughts of submission and screamed at her to escape. Danger, danger, danger!
Her heart thrummed in her chest and instead of giving him any words at all of a choice, of her name, she pinned her ears and turned to run. But she was no match for him. Her youth and her naivety had painted her doom for her the moment he had set eyes upon her.
She fell as he leaped upon her, a scream sang out to the sky and cut short as his jaws clasped over her throat. Her breath came in gasps and starts as he then roved his tongue over her luscious fur. She called out weakly "Wait! Attende'! Zut..." as their scents intermingled, a throb of warmth betrayed her as he made their scents intermingle on her fur. Was this how her mother fell for her father? Was this how it was? Was she truly his now? No longer her own?
The symphony of his guttural sounds warned her not to run again as he finally pulled away. He was too fast, too strong. She felt a tingling and thrilling prickling where his expression on her fur lay. The same upon her neck where he ran his tongue to groom her.
She gathered her dainty paws under her, no attempt to run but for comfort. She was confused as to what happened, no tears upon her cheeks yet as she steadied her breathing.
"vhat does it mean...Qui êtes-vous? (who are you?)" She asked, her dulcet voice barely above a whisper.
