How long did he make her wait to learn one way or the other the fate of her brother? It felt like peering into eternity and her chest grew painful with the way she chose not to breathe. Ilona was not one to beg so she prayed to the gods this one time would pay off in her favor. It was the least they could do after having abandoned her to this madman. There was such relief when she watched his hand fall away from the handle, though he startled her by how quickly he pivoted around. Once again, the candle threatened to snuff out simply by his motions. It made her wonder... what was he really, behind such a pretty face.<br/><br/>It would be a lie to say she did not allow her eyes to wander when he removed the tunic, watching as his chest shifted and his stomach flattened before she drew her eyes away when they met his waist. Ilona would now have to suffer anything and once more succumb to his mercy. It took her by surprise the way he flushed the skirt from her and drew her back up into such an intimate embrace. His touch warmed her skin and she found he was so strong. If only he had been less cruel, she could easily see how differently things may have gone on between them. He made it seem that everything he had done, the war, the executions, the threats to her little brother, was all about his true purpose here: to conqueror her. He said she had placed herself into a position of such importance, able to ignite him into action, but it was he who had placed her in such a place of importance to him. There was a sadness to know that too soon, her value would be stripped from her, taken and left to become meaningless. He simply seemed to possess such personality.<br/><br/>His eyes cast down to her chest and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks as he looked at her breasts with longing. He did nothing to hide his desire for her, pressing against her like this. Her hands had risen to his chest nearing his shoulders and she gave little pressure this time. Ilona knew what it was he wanted, the prize her father had locked away, her last bargaining chip. Yet, Aerill seemed to be impatient over her attempts to delay the inevitable. His lips touched her own and she forced herself not to pull away. Her cheek still tingled where the first kiss had been laid prior.<br/><br/>He requested a kiss, and his frustration over the chastity belt gave her inward satisfaction with the ending tone. Fingers brushed along her mouth and her lips parted before her head tilted forward swiftly, capturing his middle digit between her teeth firmly. She secured it without biting harshly and closed her lips around that first knuckle with a single touch of her tongue to its tip before she drew her head back and released him. He never said where to kiss him, her lips brushing back and forth along his fingertips before curving to press his hand forward with a kiss. Her body betrayed its longing with the arching of her back to fill his hand with the guarded curve of her ass cheek.<br/><br/>Ilona angled her head when his face caressed her own, taking a wide step to give him what he wished for in parting her legs apart. He spoke of fate and destiny and her spirit bristled. The gods be damned. They had turned their back on her and she would have to forge forward to carve her own path now. "What if I told you..." she whispered and kissed the place along his neck, just below his earlobe. "That I already knew its location?"  Ilona hated herself as her lips slid down along the skin of his neck before she parted her lips wide and bit the flesh and tasted the flavor of his skin. It would not leave a mark. Her lips were already closing again much as they had over his finger, to press a firm kiss where she had bitten. "But I won't tell you until you release my brother and give him safe passage to a border. Kill him, the key will be lost. Free him and send him to the west, and it will be yours directly thereafter."  Ilona entered herself back into his game, lighting his neck with soft kisses before drawing her face back to meet his eyes again.