Taming the Arrogant Witch

He bowed his head, his anger evident as he fiercely pressed a kiss upon my lips. In his previous displays of affection, I had sensed warmth, love, and concern, but now, this was an eruption of fury. He clenched my lower lip, causing it to swell and even draw blood. Despite the excruciating pain, I couldn't cry out, as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, followed by a painful bite on my tongue. Lost in his rage, he seemed unhinged, and I desperately wished to use my magic to distance myself, but my wrists were trapped, one numbing from his grip and the other pinned high against the wall. His fangs pierced my tongue, eliciting a sharp, agonizing scream that echoed through the room. My lips trembled, and all I could think was to push him away, but he relentlessly pressed his body against mine, overwhelming me. My anguished voice eventually snapped him back to reality, and he reluctantly released my mouth, leaving behind a trail of tears from the pain. Staring at him with indignation, he spoke, "I warned you to be cautious, yet you provoke me at every turn. Your unique scent, more alluring than any other on this earth, makes you easy to track. No matter how hard you try, you'll never escape from me."