Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The brute had grown tired of his folly attempts. Ithrik had not managed to sink inside of her, but he burned with a rage so fierce that it seemed he would never meet his mark. The thrusting slowed and he growled to announce his displeasure. Using his teeth, he aimed to latch them to the back of her nape and swing her toward the stony ground. If he was lucky, he would crack her skull and spool her brains onto the snowy mountain. Once she'd been knocked clean of consciousness, the devil would be able to properly have his way with her body. If he could not stop her from wriggling and squirming against his touch, Ithrik would have no such luck.

With an excessive fury, Ithrik yanked as swiftly as he could and waited in hopes that she would fall to blackness. Once the darkness had a hold of her, it would offer him more time; he only needed to prevent her from escaping. A crow swung overhead with a hollow caw and then disappeared, leaving the two on the mountain with only the horrors within and the fever of rage without.