She suffered not like an angle but a woman, worse, even, because she'd not lived the kind of life that would prepare mortal flesh for these things. Shouldn't it be delicious, to have all these nodes screaming at her? She should feel more alive now than any privileged winged creature, fighting for pride and holy rules. She let him have what he wanted, her agony and anguish. He felt accomplished when she finally said what he wanted, and it looked like such submission he couldn't help but be affected by it, his length growing further.<br/><br/>Her erupting shriek when he molested her side with the tip of his foot, rearranging the loose bone to pet her insides, was like the most exclusive tribute he'd ever received. Beautiful toy, ready to break and reassemble if he wished. She looked betrayed, but there was no wrath there. She stayed because she couldn't go, one of Heaven's soldiers at the mercy of a man. Her gaping mouth, it's lacquered surroundings. She looked raw and lewd, displayed, for everything she felt because he fed her so much sensory morsels she couldn't hold it back. Ravaged already, and he'd not engaged in intimacy with her, yet.<br/><br/>Her expression when she saw what he was holding close to her was gorgeous. Fright, but unable to fight. It doused his blood in pride, and he moved his hand faster over the length of himself, pumping harder. There'd been little other stimulation for it, other than what arousal he'd drawn from seeing her obediently give her nakedness, and bodily trauma for his enjoyment - so it should tell her much about his tastes and the implications of that when he erupted soon after, without even a tender touch, drawing thick lines across her face, and pooling on her exposed tongue.<br/><br/>He groaned as he put his forehead to his forearm, which rested against the door, bent over her like this, a prison made for her by his stance. She was breathtaking, sitting under him, nude because he'd ordered it, and in such pain and confusion, still marked by him, slathered on her beautiful features and in her hair. It was too much flattery for any mortal man, but Roan could take it. It was visually enrapturing, but he had the ego of a king that let him think he deserved it - human angel, rarest of the rare, who'd given her heart to him, and allowed his indulgences to this degree.<br/><br/>He moved back eventually, to admire her at a bit of distance. The darkness around his eyes should reveal him as a villain then, but also as someone who owned her. Roan tucked himself back in, though it was painful when he was still heavy, and used his foot to part her legs so he could see more of her. He knew the movements would be torture on her ribs. He wanted to see her cunt, and had grand imaginings that he'd managed to make her wet, despite having put her through punishment.<br/><br/>"So am I to believe you're an angel?" he asked, pointedly meaning her current state, and how it was hard to connect it to a soldier from the sky. He'd direct attention at her glistening sex if there was any appreciation there, and if there wasn't, he'd still have the rest of her to look at. Beaten and naked, a man's lust painting her face and drowning her mouth and teeth. "Swallow me down." he ordered through teeth like he was owed it. "Let's see an angel, fallen or not, when her supper is my cum."