He had well discovered the sheen of her wanting sex when his mouth was close to it. Heat radiated from her in welcoming tendrils and he thought it would be fitting then, to crown his abuse by taking her, also, in this bed where she'd died. She would allow it, she always would have, and he'd get to be with the most exclusive creature on earth.<br/><br/>He liked the way her legs reflexively closed around his. It was a very inviting gesture, and it brought blood to him. It could have been enough that she was a beautiful woman, and that she was so secretive. He could probably had built admiration from that alone. But now there was this, a new world opened through her, and it had thrown them in disarray. As much as he wanted to take her, she was taunting with her nudity and distress, he was reminded of who she was by her perfection.<br/><br/>Her touch was caring. He didn't doubt her intentions even if he couldn't believe that she understood her own feelings. She'd lived the dilemma, but he saw it from below. The rich find poverty romantic because of strife, by they haven't lived it, can't really be part of it. She must be the same. How could she fathom giving her heart to a human, if she didn't know what a human was, really? It made his heart heavy and empty at the same time.<br/><br/>He gasped at the honesty in her eyes when she admired him, and said the only possible answer that could have pleased him. His body felt warm for her, and his head leaned into her touch. What a beautiful thing a declaration from an angel is. This was it then, he'd consummate their connection and then the rest of his life was set. A woman that wouldn't die, forever beautiful, who'd be a delectable partner, providing him with satiation for his violence, and forgiveness for his darkness by living again.<br/><br/>He shook his head, and even he was miserable with his opposing nature. He kissed her hard. It was a bullying kind of osculation, where his teeth pushed so hard into the back of his lips, that she'd be able to feel it on hers. The kind of kiss to steal her breath physically. When he pulled his head back he turned hers, palm on her cheek. What lack of affection, when all there was was affection. He hissed and for some reason pushed his leg tighter against her exposed sex.<br/><br/>"I can't believe you. But I'm not saying you're lying to me." it was a hard thing to express, that she couldn't know how she felt, because she was using an angel's heart, and love was a human thing. He rolled off her and sat on the bed, feet on the floor, with his arms around his head, trying to climb the distance between his emotions and hers. "I... need you to go." How cruel, to have seen who she was and rejecting her now. "Out of my room, Iris. I don't want an angel here."