The Human Rock technique surged in response to her struggles, the pain from her strike seeming to fuel its aggressive nature. That feeling of Champion; of absolute possession, flared hotter, warring with his revulsion. He knew he should stop, he knew it, but his head was lowering almost against his will, his breath growing heavy as he moved closer to her face.
"Marcus, don't you dare... No..."
After what happened before, she knew exactly what that look meant. Panic seized her, and she tried to twist her face away, but the more she moved, the weaker she felt. Her powerful Inner Energy, her Frostheart Discipline; it was all useless against this.
His lips found hers. The intoxicating scent of her skin completely enveloped his senses, and for a terrifying moment, the Champion's roar in his blood was the only thing he could hear.
"Marcus, no, don't."
