The heartbreak was visible as it stretched across her face, etching lines of pain that coupled with the lingering pain of his hand. She had thought that perhaps she had at one point managed to ease the stress of his turmoil, offering herself as his support on nights where his shadows called to her. He smiled with her, talked and shared his thoughts while she nested in comfort beside him. Was he truly hiding all of those times she spent in his reach, holding back a creature that would one day break free? For a moment she appeared shattered, loosing all fight while her wide eyes took in every detail of the mask he bared.<br/><br/>She shook her head then, pulling herself to speak but her words only met the palm of his hand. The touch made her flinch, as if expecting another sting to race across her face. Forced to breath in through her nose the woman wrapped her fingers with his, attempting to pry them away with the strength that her fragile form could muster. How weak he made her feel, compared to the strengths she once held. Her body shook and squirmed underneath Roan, bringing more fight as her muscles screamed in protest.<br/><br/>A breath sucked in against his hand, acting on impulse to the simple ruin of the cloth between her thighs. She threw her head to the side and fought to throw him from her, but a human woman of her size could barely budge a man in his state of mind. His hand gripped the exposed area and her body tensed, torn in a mixture of emotions to the feeling of him touching her so intimately against her will. There had been arousal from Roan's kisses and gentle handling, but it had grown to a sensation that she could not define. Time slowed yet her pulse raced, until finally his palm pulled away from her parted lips.<br/><br/>Unable to fully breath through her nostrils when her lungs demanded for more, Iris gasped in a sharp breath the second she could. Her chest shook to the intake, trapping in the needed oxygen that would aid in calming her panic. "Please.." Her voice was a whisper, ripping with agony as his hand focused on her throat. Closing her eyes she accepted his kiss while her tears continued to trickle downward, and she couldn't pull away as his grip began to squeeze. Tightly, both bands took their vengeance out on her and stole her ability to breath. It crushed her airway and cramped the muscles, and her eyes looked up at him with disbelief.<br/><br/>He was strangling her, all while chanting her name as if it was a curse. Fearfully her fight escalated, bringing out her nails as they dug into his wrists and tore lines of crimson. She wanted to speak and plead to him, but her voice was lost to the echoes of her choking as a pressure began to steadily build in her chest. Kicking out her legs she aimed to force him off, the instinct to survive left no room to worry about her lost of clothing.