Kidnapped by the hot beast

Third Person P.O.V

Her eyes fluttered. Her vision blurred with her head spinning. For a moment she feared that at this rate,he would kill her. She was still so young to die. She struggled her way out every time she was dragged to the darkness of unconsciousness.

Her lips parted and moved but no voice came out but the whimper that was muted by his lips on her.

In the state of transition, she tried to move her hands but they were pinned against the bed and with the insufficient amount of oxygen she was left with, she couldn't struggle against the man power.

Ian still blinded by his fury and uncertain of his insecurities continued kissing her like his life depended on it. He refused to let any other thing in and, at that moment, was unaware of the fact that he was hurting her.

He liked it; the control. This way he was certain that she wouldn't be able to just leave him. This was what he feared the most. Afterall those whom he loves , leave him in the end. And he wasn't just ready to repeat the same with Ashley. So when she said that she would leave him at the first chance, she must had touched a soft spot to make Ian like this.

Her body went limp and she knew that it was now or never and managed to whisper "You're killing me"