The beast was heavy on top of her, but took care not to crush her. His powerful arms thrust hers over her head, pinning her to the ground. Even with five inch long nails, he was careful not to hurt her. His chest heaved, blood dripped from a bite mark on his neck. With every ragged breath, a snarl escaped his throat and blew the hair from her face. When she struggled, he growled quietly in warning.
Can you guess who the beast is?