He bit her tongue, her lips, the taste of her blood only rousing him to continue. His hands were rough as he began to knead her breasts and he knew already he was going to leave bruises on her. "But she might hold the key to who I really am," He hissed angerly, pushing her down harder against the ground as he positioned himself at her entrance. There was something more intense, almost more intimate about being with her in such a violent fashion, unlike before.