Her pale body was illuminated by the moonlight that peeked through the windows, dotting the room and reflecting against their heated flesh. The dimples at the base of her hips, the depression of her spine, and the outlines of her delicate ribs that stretched her skin with each labored breath all were accentuated before the man above her. Her shoulders ached with the forceful weight of gravity, just as her tender ass was from each calculated thrust; this was not the animalistic act of a bored, lonely man, but rather the carnal act of one who felt he had created a victory in more ways than one. Perhaps it was what made Danielle feel helpless and yet somehow dominated in the most positive manner. She would never admit to such thoughts, but her body had submitted already and given itself to Aldred.<br/><br/>The laugh that bellowed out through the room was like the roar of a triumphant lion, a sound painful and yet enthralling simultaneously. Danielle tested the waters once more, yanking at her arms feebly, but was not shocked to feel the concrete grip had not backed down quite yet. She felt the knight slow his pace down then, and began to think it was a direct result of her defiant action. She assumed he was unhappy with how she was still struggling and had decided to use his control as a taunting punishment for the young woman. It was a gentle slope of lowered speed, but her core was not appreciating the deceleration. She yearned for the finish line once more, the feeling of him deep inside of her as her heat coaxed him further. As if sensing her lack of self-control, Aldred lowered himself to be flush against her back. She grit her teeth as her head was forced to one side, the pressure on her shoulders straining her muscles with the weight of another being. She cried out softly, a mixture of emotions making up the desperate sound. It was only a slight difference in weight from before—he was not crushing her by any means—but it was enough to evoke the creaking of her shoulders. Her gaze flickered to his, partly submissive, and yet somehow the fire of resentment still remained resilient and strong. Danielle had her own idea for the evening, and she knew it would work. Men always fell asleep after sex, and that would leave a perfect opportunity for her own personal coup. She smiled at him, her own triumphant smile that mirrored his, and yet with far more sinister intentions. Her mind was already yanked from the fear of impregnation or  kingdom seizure, too sure of how she would create her own fate.