His gentle petting aided as her mind fought for freedom from the pain, all before she allowed her hands to move. The pressure against the metal as they left up sent a cry from her lips, yet the force she mustered was enough to keep her from stopping. They were freed then, limb and sliding without function along blood stained table. More tears fled as she coughed and whimpered, all while a moan managed to slip with every push of his cock. Pain and pleasure, it was all he was beginning to let her know.<br/><br/>Iris tensed her face into a wince once she was sat up, a dizziness blanketed her that spun with the force of his fucking. Every movement made her feel about to fall over, had Roan not leaned in to catch her lips she was sure her head would have fallen back. She felt violated and destroyed by his length, loved by his kisses, and left with tortured hands. Her tongue greeted his in the kiss, but it moved weakly against her gasps for air. Another pained cry left as the knives fell from her wounds, opening the holes so more scarlet could spill.<br/><br/>Unable to press her palms down for balance, she was left to entirely rely on Roan to keep her upright until he decided otherwise. Again he spoke of her holding him, to drape bloodied limbs along his body. The thought itself was agonizing, and her fingers twitched with whatever movement they had left. "I.. Roan.. I.." She couldn't speak, not through the chorus of sounds he radiated from her throat. The angel sucked in a deep breath and shook, forcing her penetrated hands upward to carefully press her fingertips against his chest.<br/><br/>The movement stung and stretched the torn flesh, and she made no attempt at hiding the discomfort as she whimpered. She wanted to love him, though, even after everything he had done. She wanted his love. Drinking in the desire with hope that it would drunken her just enough to ignore the pain, Iris lifted her ruined hands and softly patted them against his cheeks.