Cayn had long since decided her weakness to his insistence was eager. A logic that could not have worked, anywhere, but which had brought victory to many pushing opposers. It was too much already at the beginning, her newest embrace that widened not well enough, and now sent proof into the scent of the room that she'd been truthful about her inexperience. He would have thought she was an emotionalist on the matter, if he didn't remember Albert. His strong sister carried her first well, and he found enjoyment in hers.<br/><br/>Her answer was sweet, he thought. She wasn't begging him to stop, and it wasn't an outright complaint, either. He kissed her finally honest mouth again. And she looked at him, coming out of her hiding. He was generous with his gentle in return. Welcome here, in the fray of carnality with me. The little suffering shadows pinched between her brow and the raise of her forehead were fitting, he thought, since she was experiencing something searing. What a compliment to his manliness she became. They could love now, because of how lovely she was under him, despite her betrayal. Only a loving sibling can think of the act itself as cleansing.<br/><br/>His breath hitched in his throat with happiness when her other hand came too, and he sucked at air as the recognition translated into electricity in his sheathed flesh. She could not have said anything to make him think she wasn't drowning in love too, then. He held one leg to him, and pushed that kneed deeper into his side as he arched better, to surge deeper. The image of a well-versed adorer, with his long torso over hers, moving expertly. But eager toward the end will make amateurs of the haughtiest athletes. A benevolent beast, despite hurrying toward release.<br/><br/>He was also in pain for a moment, for her to see, before he became delightfully exhausted. He kissed her sweetly, and wore her arms around him like they were a prize. Cayn nuzzled her hair and neck again, while her depths soaked in his signature. To think something so perfect had sprung out of her willingness to set him aside. He wanted to believe he'd taught her something better.<br/><br/>"I love you." he said into the scent of her conditioner. For comfort and play, he found her one free breast again, and held it gently. "You're not see him anymore." like the vapors of their entanglement gave him room to tell her things she usually wouldn't agree on. It would be the way he'd taken what wasn't his, rather. Cayn wasn't inherently blind to it, but it seemed he choose to be. His embrace wasn't so angry anymore. He'd held her like this not too long ago, when they'd both been tired so completely boring reasons. It cast the light of either his return to reason, or the truth of his maddening attachment all along.<br/><br/>If someone had seen it might be both honeyed and sinister, with his half-lidded eyes watching dreams play on her face from where his head laid, while the state of her clothes gossiped of something raw. He played with her lips with his fingertips that should taste of her tit, and had laughter in his voice. "Do you want to stay home with me, then, forever?" he said and sighed at the thought. "Are you going to listen to me now?" he grinned a little. She wasn't awfully rebellious as a person, but he would have liked to control her more. Before it had been like tiptoeing casually around some dark torrent, but now she'd seen it swell to a storm, so her perspective had been changed.