Clay snapped out of his delusion the minute he saw her hands move. His hands snatched hers away from the fabric that now hung low. He couldn't lie, she looked beautiful even with her eyes full of tears. "Enough." He grumbled out. One hand pulled her strap back up and the other one followed to do the same on the other side. He wanted to scream at himself. He could take what he wanted, he could. However he felt that pain, that fear and something inside him just lost it. Despite his desire and greed he pulled up the fabric. His thumb ran across her cheek and wiped her tears. "Apologies my lady. I am but a man." His voice was a low annoyed grumble. "And you are more desirable than I had anticipated." He huffed out. His hands went back t her hips and lifted her off back to the side of that bed and he slipped from it. once out of the bed he tossed the furs back so she was covered. He then walked to the chair and his desk. Yanking off his long coat from the back of the chair he sat down with a heavy thud and the wood creaked in protest.<br/><br/>Leaning back his legs kicking up onto the desk he tossed his jacket over the front so his torso and bulge were covered. Pulling his hat over his eyes. He was exhausted. This girl literally left him completely drained. It made no sense why he'd care even the slightest about her feeling. He was actually a bit infuriated he had felt so moved. Shifting in his chair he could feel the ache between his legs. These days needed to pass so he could at least have a woman before he took her to where she wanted. He felt frustration but he would wait. Despite the pain he soon fell into his dreams. However his desire seemed to have ideas. She was there, in all her perfection, her bare top but instead of legs she looked like a sea demon. A beautiful, radiant mermaid. That was what she was. Many called mermaids sea demons, as they were misunderstood. Clay however had a soft spot in his soul for such sea creatures. The dream was wonderful and erotic, by the time he woke he was still aching. He groaned from beneath the hat, but he didn't really move.