She'd lost. Engel had conquered her, and Lyra could do little besides tremble fearfully beneath the weight of his wanton hips. He'd gotten her to respond, and that in itself, left her reeling in absolute disgust. It was one thing for him to take her against her will, but it was another thing to make her body open itself up voluntarily to his abuse. Every fiber of her being wanted out, she understood that, so why did such traitorous sounds leave her throat? Her hips spoke another truth too, how horribly they'd lifted off the sheets to press up against his own. The grin on his face told her that he knew. She could hide nothing from the Geslack snake.<br/><br/>Unable to do anything else, she endured the rough friction of his manhood within her. The fire in her belly was stirring and she was afraid. Engel (for whatever reason she couldn't fathom) listened to her pleas and pulled out of her. He left her inner gaping when he pulled out and Lyra was immensely relieved that he wouldn't be spilling inside her for the third time. She still winced when his warm signature shot out onto her.<br/><br/>Lyra remained lying on the sheets, confusion, fear, and disgust evident on her features. The fire in her belly continued to burn and she squeezed her thighs together to try and quell the throbbing discontentment between her legs. Could Engel see the hot flush of longing on her face? Lyra brought a hand to her womanhood and covered it, as if her fingers could shield her from Engel's prying gaze. The throbbing continued, a warm sensation that almost hurt. Lyra was too innocent to understand it was longing, her body's way of asking her to find her own release.<br/><br/>Engel was talking to her then, but it was oh so difficult to answer him when she was wrestling with both her own mind and body.<br/><br/>He'd made her want him in a way, it was sickening. "You finally got you wanted," Lyra whispered brokenly. "Please don't hurt me. I've been good Engel, and... I'll continue to be good. I promise I won't... I'll stay away from Theo."