She was responding beautifully. Her body kept no secrets from his. Her declaration of loathing was thinned by her primal confessionary sound. He laughed. It wasn't mocking, but rather fond. She'd said his name, and that had made him twitch inside her. His hips provided when her fingers begged his for more. Defiant Ilona was coming along so well, wasn't she? He treated her to what she seemed to like, especially when she lifted her hips and offered herself wider to him. He buried her hands deeper into the mattress, to feed her primal need to be safe, held, and not in control over something new.<br/><br/>His fragmented eyes washed over her body. "You don't feel like you hate me." he commented and dropped his head close to hers again, kissing her deeply, softly, keeping her lips open with his, so his tongue could lazily stir the moist on hers with its tip. A lewd but warm kind of activity, especially while he fucked her. She'd had such a good sound for his faster, harsher motions, so he build toward that again. Eventually he had to trust to his back muscles while squeezing her hands, pulling them as well, to give her now well-taught inner the friction it wanted.<br/><br/>He groaned at the loveliness of it all, and then slipped out of her. The candle flickered for his frustration, but he had a mission now. He took her hand and dragged her along to the broken board of the bedframe, sitting against it with his cock still ready, gleaming from the moist he'd elicited from her, deep. A pearl had its home on the dark tip. She'd be well in the mood now. He waved her over with both hands, like they had to be secretive. Would the passion vapors carry her to him, and have her straddle him on her own? Or would she awaken from love's trance and try to resist him again?<br/><br/>Aerill wanted to see if her body could overwhelm her spirit, and convince her what all women and men knew, that love-making can be sordid and wrong, even when it has to happen - desperately and unstoppably. He might not be the bane of her family and the captor of her country then. He'd just be some beautiful body with gems in his eyes in this enveloping darkness, waiting with a shaft for her to please herself on. To entice, he held on to the base of it, like he was in the same pain she might feel. "Come here Ilona. You can make your own pace, too."