Tiberius wasn't sure whether they were grappling or fucking, or some combination of both. She wasn't wriggling her body beneath him, which he assumed would have been part and parcel to whatever else she was doing had she really been trying to escape or even resist. Her nails had dug into the skin on his back like claws, however, which was hardly what he would have called an intimate gesture. He couldn't see where she'd raked her fingers against him, but he would be surprised if she hadn't left a mark.

"Arrogant bitch," he muttered irately, as he thrust into her once again. He moved his left arm up and attempted to knock hers away from him, then dug his fingers into her wild blond hair. Once he had a proper fistful of it he tugged, attempting to pin her head down against the pillow so that she couldn't try to do any of the damned whispering in his ear any more.

"You'll regret this," he warned, reaching for her wrist with his other hand to try and secure her free hand before she took out the claws on that one, too. "Maybe I'll leave some marks on you," he threatened, continuing to pound himself into her whenever the opportunity arose. "Is that what you want?"