Okami's pov:
Ah… she slapped me, huh? Even a bunny knows how to bite.
I felt the sting on my cheek, but instead of anger, all it did was send a thrill through my veins. She's trembling, her wide, teary eyes darting between my face and the hand she just used to strike me. Scared. Guilty. And yet… she looks so breathtaking like this.
Damn it. Why does her fear make my blood run hotter?
I should stop. I know I should. I should step back, let her breathe, let her process whatever's going on in that pretty little head of hers. But when she looks at me like that—so small, so fragile, so utterly mine—it takes everything in me not to pin her down and devour her whole.
No. No, no, no. I can't traumatize Usagi on our very first night together.
I exhale sharply, gripping the edge of the counter beside her instead of touching her again. My knuckles turn white from how hard I clench. Calm down, Okami. She's not prey. She's your bunny.
She flinches at the movement, shrinking further against the wall, her lips quivering. A sharp pang of guilt cuts through my chest. I messed up. Bad.
But before I can say anything, she whispers, "O-Okami…?"
Her voice is so soft, so uncertain, it damn near breaks me.
I force a smirk, loosening my grip on the counter. "Relax, Bunny. I'm not that much of a beast." I tilt my head, studying her flushed face. "But you really shouldn't tempt me like that."
Because one of these days, I might not be able to stop.