**Elena**
"Please stop... you're hurting me, Xavier." My voice was barely more than a whisper, but it cracked under the weight of fear and pain.
I could feel his claws digging into my jaw, not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind me he could. That he would, if I pushed him further.
His eyes bore into mine, unreadable, cold. For a second, I thought he might not let go.
Then, slowly, after a few seconds, he finally pulled his claws away from my jaw.
I gasped.
"I'll do worse if you keep up with this attitude," he said, pointing a finger at me.
He paused, staring at me like he was piecing something together.
"You know what? I get it now. You must be lonely. Horny."
"What?" I asked, stunned, my chest tightening with anger and embarrassment at his words."
"You’re craving a man's
