Feyre yelped in pain as he entered her. And since he was far too strong, she would do whatever she could to get free. Nails scratched at his face.
“Stop,” she cried. “Let me go!” Hysteria tinged her voice, tears welling. He would actually do it, too. He’d impregnate her and use that to tie her closer to him. The panic drove her frantic actions still struggling to free herself even as he pumped in and out.