5 4. This Kitten has Claws

Egil moved toward her in the same moment taking advantage of the momentum to pull himself toward her on the bed, he now rested above her almost kneeling on the narrow mattress using his arm to brace himself as he gazed down at her with broody eyes.

The girl below him was a wild mess of anger and grief. Her lay sprawled across the thin linen clinging her cheeks. Her eyes ablaze with defiance and moist with restrained tears. Of its own will hand free hand seemed to move capturing her chin between his fingers forcing her to meet his eyes. His pulse was echoing thunderously in his ears as he seemed to draw nearer to her. Was there a man a live that could resist such temptation? Before either of had a chance to react to this new development he found his lips pressing down on hers forcefully as other one which one held braced was released to pull her close.

Unfortunately for him this moment wasn't destined to last long, taking advantage of the moment Katelyn did the only thing she could do. She bit him, hard as she could on his bottom lip. The taste of blood in his mouth came as a surprise to him, the slightly salty tin flavor was enough to break the spell but not before he would teach this girl a lesson. Swallowing the blood in his mouth he leaned into her kissing her harder and deeper, forcing her lips to open before exploring her mouth with tongue and they were both out of breath. Pulling away from her abruptly he straightened his tunic and cleared his throat, his voice hoarse with his unrequited passions he gazed down at her heatedly.

"You have 5 minutes. Change and be in the mess hall within that time."

The tone in his voice clearly implied this was a warning, there were far worse things he could do to her if she chose not to obey. Even if he had to come back here and drag her by the hair, clothing was optional. Having said his piece he walked out of her room a look of laughter in his eyes as he walked away, who would have thought this kitten had claws? He had no doubt she was angry. But angry was good. Anger meant that she wouldn't be seeking an easy escape, and it was much better than the complacent meek little thing she had been the evening past. This promised to be quite interesting.