A wave of black fell across the floor, her long hair undone from it's perfectly kept bun while his movements shoved her down. Barely a word escaped before her mouth was captured, forced into the kiss that raced her pulse for many reasons. The feel of Roan's body ached and bruised her own, and with her hands pressed with his own she could only move and kick her legs in protest. They remained careful however, moving around his form in such a way that didn't wish to harm him in her struggle.<br/><br/>The taste of his tongue flooded her even after his lips left, allowing for heavy breaths to rise as her wide eyes held contact with his gaze. His words worked in trying to change her mind, tearing himself away from the light that she had seen. Pure? Iris didn't see the purity, it was the darkness that she witnessed within his work and being. Something that rooted her place beside him while her own demons hid, he was the closest that she had seen a human come so close to the truth. To her truth.<br/><br/>But she did see Roan's gentle nature on good days, times where he widened her smile and made her laugh in ways she didn't know she could. "I can't be afraid of you," Voice only that of a whisper  meant for him to hear, her head tilting upward only his fingers brushed across her throat. A look of confusion took it's place where fear should have been, while hurt crossed the dark ocean of her gaze, "Are you really going to harm me, Roan?"<br/><br/>With the lowering hand having loosened the hold on her wrists, Iris quickly took the chance to release an arm in a sharp tug. Her fingers wrapped from the wrist that had began to threaten her, while her expression remained fearless. It was natural to not be afraid of getting hurt, but the fighter within urged for her to react somehow.