What kind of man tormented a woman, tore down her life, removed her dignity, only to attempt to give her a semblance of self worth while ravishing her body? Ilona winced when she felt him poke between her folds and push against the tight resistance. He tried to appeal to her mind, giving her the illusion of pretending she was anyone else but herself, thinking she might take up the offer in order to enjoy. Had he learned nothing about her during the course of the day they spent most of together?<br/><br/>She stared at the far wall, feeling her body shift along the bed as his hips pressed his member further within. The head spread her painfully apart, though it must have felt heavenly to him. His face drifted close, enough for her to recoil inwardly at the sensation of his breath flowing across her skin. Aerill tried to turn her face but she pulled away and felt the consequence of that small refusal. His finger dug deep into her luxurious hair and pulled her face forward. All so that his lips might dance across her own. They were surprisingly tender and she had to question why.<br/><br/>Why was he being so nice? Even now, he took care while inching his way further inside her. Such small pants came from her parted mouth as the pressure shifting within her slick folds seemed impossibly wide and far too large. He did not simply stick her like a pig or abuse her further. Ilona finally met his eyes, her gaze filled with so many questions. Her lips even curved to respond to his kisses while he tested the flexibility of her leg creating a far wider span for him to press against.<br/><br/>She did something surprising, when he attempted to admit he loved her. There had been far too much established for her believe any sincerity of such words exiting his mouth. Yet there, between her legs, he displayed a sensibility of gentleness that must cost him something. It meant he knew how to sacrifice, even a little of himself for someone else. She lifted her arms above her head, much as he’d done when holding them there. Her breasts lifted, pressing closer together with the simple gesture and stretch. It might have appeared odd to him, but it felt right to her.<br/><br/>He was full hilt now and she felt him press up against something that created a gasp to come rushing out, each time he settled in a little too deep. He even joined in with a few of his own and she felt him throb within her depths. He spoke of his measure of her worth and Ilona told herself never to believe in it. He was striping her of that last piece she could have called her own, to claim as his own as he had everything else in her life. “No, but thank you for saying so.”  There was such tragedy in those words as she watched what she could of him while her body awakened beneath his penetrations. She would not place her worth above the deaths of so many.<br/><br/>She despised the man but was attracted to him on some sick, perverse level. Her nipples tingled as they brushed against his shifting chest. She was so wet and felt those devlish sensations he’d elicited earlier by manipulating the wax against her, each time he was full shaft deep and pressed against that glowing bud. It caused her to tremble and bite her lip again. She was not actively trying to respond to his deflowering her, but her flesh had other ideas.