He was paralyzed by her beauty, and held on like she might slip away from him otherwise. Her eyes were large for the moment, which was expected, but her motions were collected, as much as they could be. He didn't understand, and that much was visible for her at the slow shake of his head. But mostly there was just the manic reverence of her reaction in this bizarre happening. He breathed slowly, himself - it is stressful to take the air from someone else, after all.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but play with the buds on her spine. it was irresistible to try them against his guarding fingertips, like she was a buffet of toys for him. She would know his affection, for what it was worth, by how it swelled and pressed between her breasts, where he sat to keep her down. How morbid, the depths of his grip, but it was beautiful too, how her body would accommodate. Intimate, really. He'd never thought he'd get to be this deep into her skin.<br/><br/>Her nails stung, but they became a bracelet of novelty rather. It was impossible to refuse her this. Her body seemed to want it, or at least that's what his own told him. How could he be addicted when he'd never tasted it before? In the wake of the frustrations that had built this scene, something fantastically dark was fed instead. He'd not felt it before, but now it would always be there, as any sin worth burning for is. His thumbs petted her, deep.<br/><br/>His lips twitched with the part of hers, and his eyes narrowed with concentration to see the milk spread in hers. He was aghast at what was happening below him, and couldn't tear his attention away, or his grip from her. It was at once the most horrid event, and something fantastic. He felt ravaged by it, run through at every howling nerve. Beautiful Iris, staring at the result of her mistakes. Lovely woman learning who he was, and still denying it with the wide of her eyes. He could not express himself better than now.<br/><br/>He followed her hands when they relented to usher in a new stage in her conclusion. Roan was filled with lust for her, as she was now, at his mercy and seemingly abandoned to it by herself, too. Her blind eyes were so telling, and her assuring last hold from her hands had been so forgiving. He gasped when her spine let his pressure in. It was such a novelty to crack something so important. Artisan pleasures. He was with her when she left, even though her death wasn't convincing enough, at first.<br/><br/>Roan held on until the spit on his lips were cold. He was almost afraid to let go, because then she wouldn't be as lovely as she was now, a monument to him. His manhood was still engaged, impossibly oppressed in the pants he'd chosen for their night out. Roan swallowed when he released her, and then when nothing happened, he fit his fingers back into the indentations he'd made. He pressed his hips down deeper against her unmoving body. She'd become the most beautiful object he'd seen.