Iris felt his attention wash over her body where she laid, fighting the urge to cover herself while her thoughts grew numb. This man who she had felt so deeply for had taken her life, but still she couldn't be away from him. It was insanity for any other who would come across the scene, but she had no will to ignore how she felt. There was a time when she was strong, never giving in to the temptation of twisted ideals. But none of that mattered anymore, not when damnation had greeted her with eternal breaths.<br/><br/>She knew that her secret wouldn't last forever, if her desires for Roan kept him beside her in the years to come he would not miss the youth of her body when she should have been aging. All would notice the oddity of it, and she would be forced to relocate elsewhere to draw away suspicion. One way or another he would learn, and now that he knew she couldn't gather how she exactly felt about it. Relief? Fear? It was a tidal wave inside of her, which soon dispersed into scattered drops when he placed himself close to lower against her.<br/><br/>A short gasp escaped while her legs tensed, and when he only resided to resting his head she felt a sting of longing course through her. For a moment she believed that he would dip his mouth lower, and the unexpected excited burned her body with a lust that she tried so hard to hide. She was uncertain if he could see the reaction her body had, the heat that grew between her legs as if crying to be explored. Her longing to wait and let things move slowly had diminished by the guilt he placed upon her, forcing the angel to believe she was in the wrong for denying him her truths. Again a tear fell, trailing down the side of her face while her lungs pulled in a sharp breath.<br/><br/>He spoke, his voice breathing against her folds while bringing out a small whimper from her. It felt too intimate to ignore, and she turned her gaze downward to watch his eyes lock onto hers. Iris trembled at what she felt, doing nothing to hold him back as he climbed over her defeated form. She waited for his question to continue, transfixed on his features before her mouth parted with surprise at the pressure of his leg between her thighs. He was doing well to drive her crazy, slowly, while her legs tensed and closed around his to keep him in place against her.<br/><br/>"Love?" She repeated the word softly, testing it on her tongue while her hand rose to run along his cheek. Still so gentle, so eager to touch him. There was no question to how she felt, the desire to have him there and nowhere else. Needing his touch, his voice, his scent to fill her senses. Perhaps she was going mad, or maybe obsession had a role in it all. But what she had heard, love made people do crazy things. Insanity might have found her as she continued to hunger for his attention, even after he displayed his cruelty.<br/><br/>Her eyes kept soft, blue darkened by the desire that he flooded into her. There was no telling what he would do if she denied him once more, but with honesty she didn't wish to. "Yes.." Face tilting up with the word, the angel kept her eyes fully set on his as if to try to see what emotions she stirred with the confession, "I do love you, Roan.."