There was such relief when he finally pulled his body away from her own. The lack of heat left her in a wake of chill, another reason to hate him and how her body craved the return of such warmth. The nipple he’d tortured throbbed boldly making the other feel so lifeless. Her hands, now her own, moved to wash over her face to wipe the moisture from her dark lashes and for means to shut her world out for a few precious seconds. Darkness fell across her vision and Ilona found such sollace there. It was to only be temporary as images flashed within the shadows. The way the sun had glinted on the blade that fell over and again. Heads being deposited within the basket or to be left to roll across the ground. The countless faces screaming for the deaths of her loved ones.<br/><br/>Her body suddenly shook with a silent sob while he played at impressing himself more than her with a direct hit with his sword. The sound of its connection did cause her to jolt along the mattress and part her hands to watch the key and something else fall towards her. Ilona only half believed it had been there and the words he’d dared utter to her concerning her beloved father further injured her spirit. It caused her to doubt a great many things, for she still viewed her parents through such innocent eyes believing them perfect still. Slowly, oh so slowly, he was pulling back the veils she’d created of her life, exposing such rawness she did not wish to face. Why else would he have a lock of her hair along with a key to possess her virtue? “No…” The sound of that denial no doubt would tickle his ears and stroke his ego as he dangled the object backing his theory. He’d caught it so easily with the other blade that she questioned a great many things concerning him.<br/><br/>He set the portrait down upon her skin and she recoiled from its touch. Her eyes lingered on its mere existence as tears fell from her eyes once again. She took hold of it and flung it away, a gesture that had her sitting up onto an elbow and giving her a much better, direct view of the object of his own desire. He watched her eyes spread rather wide before they skittered away at anything but at him. The cold of the key against the heat of her skin drew her attention as she witnessed him drag out the inevitable. “Stop mocking me, you filthy creature.” Ilona hated the tone in his voice as he teased her about setting her free.<br/><br/>It was tempting to glance aside, to ignore everything he was doing while both knew such a task was impossible. He wanted her to watch as the key found its place at the hole it belonged in. The way he gestured by digging it in swift and hard caused Ilona to bit that quivering, lower lip. She heard the click and felt the instant release of pressure from around her and simply could not bear it any longer. “Don’t do this... “  One last plea as his hands shifted her knees apart. His kiss could be mistaken as sweet, gaining the release of her lip and a tilt of her head. Of course he ruined it, pointing out just who he was one more time. His first time? She knew better. The way he’d tormented her with such simplicity as wax told her he was far more experienced than she could imagine.<br/><br/>She felt him, there down below and a hand instantly smacked against his chest to apply as much pressure as she could muster. Ilona tried to push him away with the pressure felt. Her knees lifted, a mistake on her part, in attempt to close and keep him at bay. It was far too late for that, he’d already given her body a small taste of the unknown. Ilona did not think he would be gentle, nor would he be kind. She also knew she would be helpless to stop him.<br/><br/>He saw the pain and indecision in her eyes just as he felt her folds tremble against his tip. Slowly, the pressure on his chest lessened before the hand fell away to the side and she laid back onto the bed resigned. Her head tilted to the left to stare away from what was to come. He did not deserve her, she knew this, but she would allow this final conquest to end the day.