She had driven him to this moment, but still she does not expect the fury that greets her barbed commentary and she cannot help the thought that maybe, just maybe, she has taken it too far this time. Vanya has only fought once in her life and she is ill-prepared to meet the lunge that he takes in her direction. A small squeal of surprise bursts from her as she gathers herself, and the bored expression drops from her face as she loses concentration on it. Even though this is what she asked for, what she all but demanded he give to her, the ferocity of it leaves her breathless and her innate reaction is to move away from him. In a true battle of physical might she was not a match for the beautifully made stallion and she well knew it.

Her shock is quickly followed by anger, and the slender arch of her neck pops up as he digs into her withers with his teeth, steadying his hold on her body as he had a year ago when she'd goaded him into much the same action. Vanya does not make it easy for him, jostling beneath him in rebellion, but it does not last and she squeals as he finds his mark. In truth, his touch - as vicious as it is on her skin now, lights a fire deep within her that surges every time that he moves. They may not see eye to eye on anything, ever, but in a way, the two of them were made for each other. His touch has never felt more right to her than in this moment, as they couple in mutual hatred.

Her own teeth reach for the exposed limb at her side, and she leaves her own battle scars on his body until at last they separate and she launches both hindfeet at his chest. Vanya glares at the beast of a stallion as she dances away, willfully ignoring the tenderness to remain haughtily unbothered as she whips around to face him, deftly dodging his reach for her flank.

As she stares him down, her sides heaving with the adrenaline that courses through her body, she has never felt more in control and alive than she does at this moment.

His anger had perhaps overwhelmed her for a moment, but was this not the self-same outcome that she had asked for a moment ago? Had she not deftly pulled the strings of his being that would force him to lash out at her in a way that she could utilize? Rougaru may believe that he had bested her, but it was she that had conquered him.

Her dark eyes glitter with triumph and she tosses her head, allowing the smirk to reappear on her lips. Still she could bend him to her will, she thought. Force him to adore her as she wished him to from the beginning if only by threatening him with the paternity of the child that might grow in her womb from this. If she could bait him into staying, into worshipping her at her side until her heat inevitably faded from her skin, she might find him worthy of keeping, rather than spending her energy attempting to court a stranger to take her away. A curt laugh puffs from her chest and she shakes her head.

"If you want it to be yours, my King, you'll have to do better than that." A sneer flickers across her lips for the briefest moments before she continues. "I could still slink off to the neighbors and let them cast doubt on your handiwork."

She stretches to touch the tender mark on her own shoulder, where his teeth had claimed her once more. In truth, she had no more intention of letting some stranger crawl across her back for their own pleasure, but she would be damned if she wouldn't continue to try and twist the situation in her favor. With a wicked grin, she turned back to him. "Best not let me out of your sight."