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he let go he would either have to incapacitate or kill
her or she would tear him into shreds; very small ones. Yet he
didn’t want to do either. Instead he just hung on. Lying on top of
her he had her wrists in his hands and was using his knees to
cruelly pin her legs. Her injuries and his body weight easily made
him more than a match for her and no matter how much struggling she
did she couldn’t roll him. More importantly the more she struggled
the weaker she became, her adrenaline boosted energy fading away as
she realized she wasn’t going to die.
     
    In time things
quieted down, as she realized she was going nowhere, and gave up
struggling, at least for the moment. It was time to breathe again,
and to recover what strength she could. Then too she had to know
that he had had the upper hand, at least for the moment, and he
hadn’t used it. He hoped she might have accepted that he wasn’t
going to kill her. Instead of struggling she just lay there and
stared at him as he stared at her, and no doubt they both wondered
what to do.
     
    “I don’t want
to hurt you.” It was all he could think to say, and again he knew
it was useless since she spoke little or no English, but at least
it was the truth. As they lay there he repeated it to her, a lot.
He tried to be calm, to sound sincere and mild as his training said
he should. Perhaps she understood some of his words, or perhaps she
understood the tone of his voice, but whichever it was she seemed
to relax a little more, to stop struggling, and those dangerous
looking fangs retreated further behind her lips.
     
    In time two
sets of racing heart beats and two sets of heaving lungs slowed and
they became almost comfortable as they lay there, or at least David
did. On a hard wooden floor with well over two hundred pounds of
his body weight bearing directly down on her, she couldn’t be
happy. But at least she wasn’t in deathly fear of her life any
longer. She surely knew he could have crushed her neck, strangled
her, or simply snapped her like a twig, and he hadn’t. That had to
count for something.
     
    That still left
him with a problem. What did he do next?
     
    He knew even
then that ultimately he was going to have to get up and let her go,
but he was worried she’d take a swipe at him the moment he freed
her arms and those claws still looked decidedly nasty. But he
couldn’t just keep her pinned on his cold wooden floor forever, he
couldn’t seem to cuff her, and he didn’t want to kill her. Worse he
knew that she knew what was going through his mind. How could she
not?
     
    The most shocking thing of all
was that in time as he lay there on top of her he began to feel
other sensations awakening in his flesh. Concepts that were
bizarrely out of place. But undeniably, the intimacy of their
position and the fact that he had her totally at his mercy in such
an intimate position had brought out the male in him. Then there
was her natural musk and the feel of her warm flesh yielding under
his. It had been too long. He squelched down on the
inappropriate thoughts, and tried to concentrate on the problem at hand.
He wasn’t however, entirely successful. He just hoped she didn’t
guess his distraction.
     
    A clicking
sound brought his eyes back to her teeth, and he watched her open
and close her mouth several times, the jaws snapping shut with a
bone crunching snap. For a second he thought she had injured her
jaw. Then he understood. She was telling him that even pinned like
this she could make a bleeding mess out of him with her bite. His
neck felt distinctly vulnerable. But was she threatening him, or
telling him that even though she could have, she hadn’t? So far?
Either way it wasn’t really a choice.
     
    “Okay. You
win.” He nodded to her, hoping she understood he was simply
agreeing. If she even understood a nod.
     
    Very, very
carefully he took away his right arm from her wrist, dreading the
thought of her hand swinging towards him like a bullet. But