Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Abruptly stopping in his track the moment she'd retaliated, Darren glanced over his shoulder with gritted teeth. How dare she, he'd inwardly protested, reminding him that he was originally a test-tube baby for some white coats to study on instead of having a real parents. Worse yet, the topic alone managed to make the man recall his tragic lost of Darren's beloved mother. A clear spark of rage could then be seen from his eyes. His earlier notion for a shower and a break instantly wiped out from his mind. Even the impressive display of power from the woman as she levitated herself in front of him, had failed to divert his anger. Yet he watched and listened rather earnestly as she continued assaulting him verbally. But his nostrils flared and his ' paws ' were slightly raised by his side as if he was readying himself to cut her open. Who did she think she was dealing with, he'd asked himself. Did she really think he wouldn't do what he'd said he would do? Or was she just an ignorant girl who'd not the slightest clue of his capability, for her to provoke and somewhat insults him right in his face. Both his hands shot out, grabbing at the side of her arms as a deep guttural growl emitted from his throat, throwing his whole body forward, pouncing and bringing her down with him to the ground. Subconsciously, he inhaled her scent by her neck before a hand reached for her throat, sliding his forearm between her breasts and pinning her hips down with his lower half. His other hand grabbing a handful of her grey hair, pulling the filaments back so she would expose her neck more. His choke tightened, squeezing the life out of her slowly as he breathed heavily by her ear. The talons digging in threateningly over the veins... Distracted by the new and ruthless intentions he had for the girl, he wasn't aware of the creeping folds of fogs that'd engulfed them. Darren snarled and lowered himself as if he was ready for a hunt. But instead of losing his sense of direction, Ratel had no difficulty whatsoever in tracking and following her back to the building, thanks to the rest of his heightened senses. If it wasn't for the current intensity of the atmosphere, he would have found this moment quite amusing. Deliberately, the still furious Darren allowed her to escape. He had a plan, and it was to trap her in a corner where there would then be nowhere for her to go. Casually, he followed her scent down to the basement, stopping and resting both hands on the wall right at the base of the stairs as if he was barring it from being used. His gaze then fell to the floor, trailing the droplets of water to a door although the aid of his eyes to find her was quite unnecessary. He smirked. Darren hadn't expected her room to be down here though. Without windows to the outside, she's pretty much defenseless and vulnerable in her room. He could easily shred her to pieces. But then, her image appeared before him, caused probably when he'd tried to imagine what he'll do to her. She was standing at the foot of the staircase, right in front of him at close proximity. Her hand gently resting on his bare chest. The warmth almost as real as he'd felt them earlier. His shoulder and the hand where she'd once touched tingled as well. Darren then scowled, subconsciously clawing at the edges of the wall, leaving behind a deep scratch mark over the corners. Then he turned around, immediately dismissing every violent notions he had for her. This wasn't why he was here, Darren told himself. It's not what Malcolm had asked for. And he wasn't actually going to hurt her either. But admittedly, there was a drive. What sort of a drive though, he wasn't sure. Or was he just refusing to succumb to it. Lust. It couldn't be... could it? The question lingered for a moment over his head as the man stood under the shower. A palm resting against the wall's tile, supporting his slightly leaning form as he stared at the swirling water over the drain by his feet. The man's focus was staggering. Being in the shower only reminded him of the rain where the confrontation happened. Shutting his eyes was a bad idea as he was soon overwhelmed by the sight of those nipples and well endowed bosom. Fuck! This is going to be harder than I thought..!