Thunder Dome At my high school, it felt more to me

Her resistance had been thrilling for a moment, but no longer did his face sport that depraved smile with which he'd first approached. Bane wasn't a good player, an even worse loser, and certainly not one to play by rules. He wanted thing often, and those things he got them one way or another unless those desires morphed along his emotions. Swift they were, fickle, fragile, but so passionate, and they no longer were of lust.

His purr turned gradually into a growl, one that he did not hold back once it'd been unleashed. He no longer wanted to, for her refusal to take him had killed the joy of the game. Now the only thing that Bane could define in desires were to hurt, to subdue, to fuck his way to satisfaction regardless of Gwen's desires, and the arctic beast pushed through her boundaries to take what he wanted. There was little space between himself and the wall now, and the others in the room or their activities were long forgotten. There was only the cold of winter, the warmth of his blood, and the spur of the moment. Bane was already a beast unleashed.

He lifted himself placing one heavy paw on top of her spine, and with a rushed push he flung himself on top of her, jaws aimed at her nape with the intention of pinning her to the ground, pinning her between his thighs, and that was all that existed in that moment.