It almost sounded with reluctance, his groan the only warning she would get before his glorious length was pulled from her. Every single part of her body protested this and gave her another reason to hate him. They had been doing so well within the dance, come together in a means of parlay that had literally swept her off her feet. Was he going to simply give her a sweet taste only to take it all away? Ilona could believe him capable of such, would not be surprised if that was his intention. Seemed almost like a signature of his, really. Even her skin felt the chill of the air with the lack of his body against her own, creating a sort of loneliness she instantly loathed.<br/><br/>Not all disconnected, for his hand kept its grip. Her eyes began to refocus with the shifting flame burning the wax down low. She thought it an odd thing, keeping that one still alive. Why not kill it like everything else? Him dragging her along the bed afforded her mind to sink back into the sticky pool of bitterness. Ilona rolled and nearly gripped some of the bedding to protest what new torture he'd thought up this time. She still felt him there between her legs, even though he was not. She refused to admit to herself that she wished he was again. It was then her eyes beheld him sitting there standing at full salute all shiny and proud. Her eyes devoured him before she very pointedly looked away. His would not let escape how he watched her fulfill the need to swallow deep.<br/><br/>He waved her over while she panted and allowed her mind to fully become aware of their activities. Cheeks rosy and small strands of hair clung to her forehead from the moisture that had gathered there, Ilona looked exactly like a woman he had just so deliciously fucked. Even her breasts were firm and appealing, attempts to appeal to him without her permission. Her legs closed before she pulled herself into a kneeling position. She had to close her eyes briefly for there was soreness within his guided invasions. There was no going back now. To deny him would merely cause them both to suffer and she was so tired of just that. Suffering.<br/><br/>Then came the invitation that caused her eyes to shift to his so quick. He'd changed his voice and sought to allure her over, both of which were working wonders on her. He saw the pain there, the thought of his inevitable betrayal in all things, but also the hunger to continue with him. He had denied her all things but himself, or at least his body. He had showed her why, too. She shook when she lowered her hands to the bed, lifting her body up to crawl towards him. One leg flowed over both of his while the tips of her breasts touched the tops of his thighs. Yes, she wanted to continue but he'd allowed her too much time to enjoy the offering he'd given her.<br/><br/>"My own pace? Such a perverse man."  There it was, the tone without the warmth. She no longer struggled for air in her lungs, no longer was seduced by his seeming affections. There was coldness forming within her gaze as she continued until she stood on her knees hovered over him. One hand slid to the top of his shoulder, the other quickly darted out to slap him across the face, exactly when her hips lowered and had the head of him spreading her once more.