Riven's claws scraped against the resin walls as he carried Yalena into their private chamber. He suddenly dropped her onto the silken mound of woven fibers.
Yalena gasped, golden eyes widening. "Riven—?"
But the voice that answered her wasn't the hesitant stammer she expected. It was lower. Firmer. Deeper.
"Enough games, Yalena."
He leaned over her, bracing a clawed hand against the wall by her head, the other pinning her shoulder lightly but with weight. His presence pressed down on her more than the resin walls ever could.
For the first time, Yalena looked stunned. She blinked, her antennae twitching as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing—or feeling.
"Riven…" she whispered, softer this time.
He tilted his head, lips curving into something dangerously close to a smirk.
"You wanted me to stop trembling, didn't you? To stop resisting?"
His breath brushed her ear as he leaned closer. "Then I'll show you what happens when I stop."
