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He barely registers the way his back is slammed into the wall, and doesn’t really give a fuck that they just broke it, not like he’s going to be paying for it. But the hand pulling at his hair and the lips practically devouring his own, yeah, that he feels. He growls into it, sinks his teeth into consecrated lips and grips her slim hips hard enough to bruise, only to twist their bodies and slam her right against the spot he’d just been. She was going to learn quick that control wasn’t something he did unless he was the one who had it.
“You’re pretty pissed off for someone so pure , y’know that? Shouldn’t you be prancin’ ‘round spoutin’ peace an’ flowers ” He grabs her wrists and pins them to the wall beside her, bared teeth nipping soft skin just below a cheekbone, “Bet this ain’t what daddy had in mind when he made you, sweetheart cozyin’ up t’some demon.” He taunts her; he knows she’s powerful, could feel it the moment she first walked in, but so is he. All the juice without that righteousness crap.
