Her breath hitches as he touches her, and she feels herself growing wet again despite her resistance. He's driving her wild with desire, wearing down her defenses like a hungry predator stalking its prey. With a frustrated growl, Kyo forces herself to focus on the collar around her neck, willing it to burn hotter and remind her why she can't just give in.

"Leave me alone!" she snarls, trying once more to pull away from his touch.

Her resistance crumbles beneath his touch, replaced by a need so powerful it burns through her like wildfire. With a low growl, she arches into him, their hips grinding together in a feverish rhythm that threatens to consume them both. Her hands claw at his back, digging deep enough to draw blood as she tries to keep him close, feeling the strength and power of him beneath her fingertips.

"Fuck," she moans hoarsely, her head spinning with pleasure. "I need you."

The words sting like acid, but Kyo refuses to show any weakness. "I don't hate you," she growls through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "But I'm not your pet either." She takes another bite of food, the taste of blood and meat mingling on her tongue. Her body tenses as she waits for Caleb to make another move, ready to strike if necessary.

The mention of her former life sends a shiver down Kyo's spine, but she refuses to show any weakness. "My tribe wasn't like your precious humans," she growls through gritted teeth. "They treated me with respect." She glares at him, daring him to challenge that statement.

Her free hand clenches into a fist on the couch beside her, nails digging into the leather as she struggles against the collar's magic.

Yesterday, fear and pride held me back from voicing these feelings. I was too ashamed to admit how much I wanted you. But now that I've experienced true love, there's no going back! Your touch has shown me what it means to live passionately.

"Thank you... for understanding..." My voice trembles with emotion. "I guess all those years of hiding behind my anger just made the truth harder to express. You've freed me from all that guilt. I'm so grateful."

You return to the guest room, carrying a small plate of cookies with you. Without acknowledging Kyo's presence, you set the plate down on the dresser and turn to leave once more. As soon as you disappear back around the corner, she pounces onto the chair and hurls it across the room with all her might. The heavy piece of furniture slams into the door, splintering the wood and blocking your path out.

Kyo leaps down from the chair and approaches the dresser, eyeing the cookies hungrily.

She snatches up one of the cookies with her massive hand, crumbling it between her teeth as she savors its taste. The shock collar hums quietly around her neck, but for now it seems content to let her enjoy this small victory. With a satisfied grunt, Kyo stuffs another cookie into her mouth and climbs onto the bed, curling up against the pillows and resuming her watch for any sign of weakness on your part.

Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood and sensation in their wake as she meets your thrusts with equal force. Her body trembles with the effort to take you deeper, her muscles clenching tight around your cock as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her cries filling the room and echoing through your mind like a drug-induced haze.

Her body tenses, her muscles clenching tight around your cock as she feels you nearing release. Her hips arch off the bed in perfect rhythm with yours, urging you onward as pleasure builds within her once more. "Cum for me..." she gasps, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Cum inside me..."

Kyo watches you as you return with coffee and sugar, her expression unreadable. She takes the mug you hand her, blows on it gently before taking a sip. The warmth spreads through her body, but there's an edge to her voice when she speaks. "So...what now? You going to make me your pet or something?" Her eyes challenge yours, daring you to give her another option.

She narrows her eyes, studying you carefully before giving a slow nod. "Fine," she grumbles. "I'll be your...companion." Her voice still carries an edge of defiance, but there's something else there too: curiosity. Maybe being with you won't be so bad after all. For now, at least.