Words of heartbreak was enough to calm her cries, bringing tears to flow for another reason. There was never love, but the need to protect what she believed was true. Had there been any emotion it wouldn't compare to what she felt for Roan, even as his attention demanded to see her suffer. His kisses were soft, loving, easing her heavy breaths and leveling her mind for the next shock. Iris wasn't aware of how fast he could be, and barely flinched until her free hand suddenly split with anguish.<br/><br/>She screamed, back aching and stomach feeling his arousal. The beats of her heart were erractic, painfully tearing through her chest after only having seconds to calm. A short time passed until Iris realized that he had moved off of her, removing clothing and baring flesh before she could have any say. She wouldn't either way, even in agony her mind could do nothing more than to give soft pleas for salvation.<br/><br/>The spread of her legs added discomfort to the pain, but his threat made sure to keep her body still. All that continued to move was her chest, breasts heaving into the air with each breath as her lungs fought for enough oxygen to find some form of relief. A whimper pulled from her lips, unable to control the walls of her pussy as his finger beckoned them to contract. Pain slowly mixed with a new layer of pleasure, and she could see her world crumbling once more.<br/><br/>"He was.. but was nothing more than a hybrid.." The angel gasped out her reply, not wishing to ignore him. Doing so may earn her further torture, though she was sure it will continue either way, "The son of an angel, and woman.." Tensing the muscles of her thighs, Iris kept her legs as they were as her hips jolted to the feeling of his tongue. As she struggled to keep her hands from tearing through the knives, she failed in holding back a quiet moan as Roan tasted her.