Ordinarily, trying to move him in such a way would have been like trying to move a boulder, but as it was he was pretty distracted, and Vi's own enhanced strength made it so that when she rolled atop of him he was left to blink up at her in some surprise, every muscle in his body tensing upon finding himself in such a position.
"Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you?"
His hands spasmed and fell away from her hips, curling into the bedsheets with a grip that would have easily snapped her had he still been holding her. With her head bowed to plant kisses against his chest, she would not be able to see the way his eyes trailed the ceiling, frantically attempting to reign in the flood of panic that inexplicably seized him.
The rattle of titanium chains echoed in his ear as his body jerked against the table, murderous intent radiating in his eyes as he beheld the naked woman who sat astride him, idly scraping the tip of a sharpened ceremonial dagger against his chest. She pulsed herself against him, a wicked smirk on her lips as his shoulder jerked with the effort of trying to free himself; his helplessness only furthered the overwhelming humiliation he felt.
"We are just getting started, my prince. You will be begging when I am done."
His breathing caught in a jagged hiccup, and frantically he tilted his chin to look down at the cascade of dark hair splayed across his throat. Raven curls. Not blonde. Warm mouth. Not a dagger. His fingers were trembling when he unlatched them from the bed to tentatively brush against the side of her outter thigh. He was here. With her. Not there.
"Vi..." he said her name out loud to further center himself, but it sounded like a warning. He used his other hand to tangle into the mane of her oil-spill hair, his heartbeat erratic and frenzied. Passion and fear were coursing through him in equal measure, the adrenaline of it a shock to his system, and that strange look was back to furl his brow into his more characteristic glower.