It was good entertainment to hold on to her hair too. More of who he really was, actually. She might have been taught to fortify her behavior and fight what was happening, but he knew her body better than she did. It was his ally in this. His expression was soft, already immersed in pleasure and some gratitude, when she looked at him. The bridge between their sets of eyes allowed him to have more of her - to be inside her in another way. This business of bending her to him was creating illusions that were wanted by her, too. Finally she was opening up to be seduced.<br/><br/>When she kissed him back it was his greatest victory so far, and he rewarded her for it with firm responses from his lips. Long strokes from his exploring limb. His words had her arms up and back, and it displayed her beautifully in the little light. He gasped with approval, like she was wondrous, unfurling, and stayed high for a moment while his hips were tight to her on impact, so she could have the praise from his eyes. He would always reward a more sincere behavior from her, and this was lovely. She even thanked him for what he'd said. Poor, foolish girl. They should have taught her to guard her heart better.<br/><br/>He pushed breath out of her with a few careful, deep landings at the end of her depth, and then he kissed her again, a little firmer, to accompany a faster pace inside her. He kept himself up, one arm, and stroked down her neck to admired the curve of the underside of one breast. Through all his insults, he hadn't said she wasn't beautiful. He squeezed the tit firmly before letting go, hips more eager. Really, her protectors lecturers had done half his work for him. She had no experience to speak of, so how would she know how to protect herself from this? He let his head drop so he could lick her above her pulse, on her neck.<br/><br/>He knew exactly what her body meant when she held her hands up, even if she might not. He put his palms on hers, and clutched his fingers around hers. He held her hands deeper into the bed to support himself while he pushed into her. She had invited his control, and he accepted. It was a powerful, old language she spoke without having learned it. He'd been told it was profoundly satisfying to have calls like that heeded. Aerill was planting deep suggestions in her that she should be with him. His back made powerful lines and perfect waves as he continued to tantalize her awoken sex. His mouth was wide, breathing as thought she was the most delightful thing he'd ever felt. "Is this good for you?" he asked, pretending to be an insecure but devoted lover. She was trying to vilify him, he was sure, and he would fight that notion to bewilder her further. If her body gave itself over, and he could divide her mind, then she was his more than she wasn't.<br/><br/>"Put my name on your lips. It'll make you feel even better." he encouraged. No explanation, just a harsher pace at which he fucked her, at once a reward for her coming obedience, and a punishment for any thought to deny him.