Seven Deadly Sins
- Ira (Wrath)-

Wrath (or anger) may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Anger is an emotional state that may range from minor irritation to intense rage. Anger can raise the heart rate, increase blood pressure, and increase the levels of noradrenalin and adrenaline.

The external expression of anger can be found in facial expressions, body language, physiological responses, and at times in public acts of aggression. Animals and humans for example make loud sounds, attempt to look physically larger, bare their teeth, and stare.

There was something about the way that he grabbed her by the arms when he was angry that made her want to do it over and over, whatever she had done to make him angry. She knew she wasn't meant to enjoy it when he was furious, but his blue eyes flashing dangerously, his voice low and his hands gripping around her arms made her heart beat faster. It was probably that she knew where most of their arguments ended up and that anger usually fueled his lust for her.

The reason for any argument was usually irrelevant, but she pushed anyway, pushed until he crossed that line that meant that he wasn't coming back from it easily, unless he hit something or released himself inside her. She goaded until his knuckles turned white around the glass he was holding and his jaw muscles rippled in double time, she goaded him until she wasn't sure which one was more furious.

Some days it took longer than others. Sometimes all she had to do was to look at him in a certain way and he would fly into a rage. Other times, she would push and push and he would remain calm, giving her that all knowing smile which he kept for her, the smile that would make her push ever harder, the smile that said he knew exactly what she was doing and that it wasn't going to work.

When he gave it, it made it all the provoking worth it; he would pull her roughly to him, silence her snappy retort with his mouth, forcing her mouth open. The fight that she put up would only be a front. She would try to push him away, but he would hold on, his fingers digging into her arms and she would pretend to give up, although she had given up long ago.

This particular time though, he had pushed her against a wall, his knee pushing her legs apart and forcing himself into all of her five senses, until she wasn't sure where he ended and she began, his anger rolling off him in waves. His hands pulled at her shirt, pulling it sharply out of her skirt, causing her breath to catch in her throat as he wrenched it open. His fingers caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her thighs to the cool air in the bedroom. Completely ignoring the bed, he hitched her up around his waist and lowered her onto him, breathing out as he began to move. This is why she loved making him angry, it made him hard so quickly, something about lust and anger which seemed to mingle together with them, neither of them knowing what was fueling them more.

The ending came all too soon, but neither of them cared, letting go together, knowing that it would all happen again as soon as they caught their breath, knowing that fast and angry love making never sated them.

"You do it on purpose, don't you?" He asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"What?" She asked, lowering her head to his shoulder, pulling deep breaths into her lungs.

"Make me angry." He replied, setting her back on her feet, holding her to him until her legs grew steady enough to hold her up.

"I can't help it," She lifted her dark eyes to him, "you respond so well."