Her compliance in it all felt like desire, and not at all like trust. Theo was encouraged, foolishly, and kissed her deeper. Even her gentle push registered as affection. He felt proud of having taken the initiative, and felt like the kind of man he wanted to be, the kind that took what he wanted. "Lyra." he said, breath hot on her mouth smeared with his kiss. "I-I... I like you Lyra. I've liked you since..." he thought about it and then nodded. "Since I heard your sweet voice." He meant from the bedroom, when she'd been taken by the prince that was now a ghost between them.<br/><br/>Theo slid to his knees and looked up at her where she sat on the chair. His eyes were completely deceased with want for her. Inexperienced boy and his misconceptions. He started pushing up the skirt of her gown. "I need to see again." he mumbled to himself. His hand wrinkled the delicate fabric as he uncovered her thighs and where they met her hips. The girl who wasn't allowed to wear underwear. It was a perfect detail. In that moment Theo was grateful for Engel. Slowly, the servant boy started to part her legs.<br/><br/>Last time it had been so beautiful. Pink first, and then eclipsed by Engel's hand, coaxing her until her folds were almost red. Swollen and glistening with what even this boy knew to be a confession of want. He just needed to lay his eyes on it, he told himself. To want any more was unthinkable, considering what this sweet girl had been through already. He was making excuses, hoping to clear his soul of the stains he was readily painting on it. He'd been given this filth by Engel, who'd recognized the streak in the otherwise pristine boy.<br/><br/>But he wouldn't be a gentleman about it. Just see - it had been a lie as soon as he'd thought it. When he forced her apart, if she didn't stop him somehow, though Engel had stolen most of her fight already, he'd push his head to brush the sensitive inside of her thighs, so his lips could find hers, the ones Engel had petted. He didn't know what he was doing, and would simply suckle hard, and pull with his punishing lips. Eager tongue, well meaning, but without experience and skill. He'd have at her madly, and wrap his arms around her legs to keep them parted. What a fate for Lyra, who's only ally took such freedoms.<br/><br/>If she could feel it, there was a pitcher of water rattling on the desk that the back of her chair was pushing against.