Her erratic reached out for his stoic like the thread tentacles of jellies, trying to make sense and plead to his better nature. The nature that had coaxed her to share with him, and trust him. It was a bit cruel, perhaps, that there was nothing for her nerves to hold on to. Marlon was completely and heart-searingly inlove with the Carter daughter, but her mood's value was not measure by its strains now. He'd not planned this for so long to give in to a couple of tears. How would she learn he was her new star if she didn't see the universe dark and cold, first? After a while his consistent forbidding of her hands to her own mouth and the rag parting her jaws elicited the most adorable befuddlement on her beauty. Endearing child, to be a woman tomorrow.<br/><br/>There is always a heap of eroticism billowing out when a girl gasps, and he felt it deeper when it was from his doing. He kissed the soaked cloth before discarding it somewhere to the side. To make herself sweeter, she touched her sternum, as though to remind him there was a heart there for him to steal. Marlon had not forgotten. There was a moment between them that didn't adhere to time. She would be allowed the attempt at escape. Emma flickered upright, stronger legs than she had weight on her body, and barreled toward him, hoping to get by. There were very few lines for her to follow if she wanted to avoid him and find the door.<br/><br/>Marlon stood and inhaled when she filled the room with her scream. Passionate girl. An arm the length of forever shot out to hook around her stomach and halt her in her freedom scramble. He smiled quietly to himself and pulled the livid girl back. The toss back onto the mattress was stern, and so was his landing on it. "Listen, Emma. You're not being very reasonable. I'm just trying to acclimate you." His hand moved to her mouth and flicked her upper lip smartly, a trick that would usually get Ariela's attention and gratitude. It should atleast communicate to the new girl that she should be quiet for this lesson. He gathered her ankles after that, and lifted them as though he was going to change her, toes to the ceiling.<br/><br/>Marlon started to pull her boxers up, relieving her legs from the stripes. he was ravenous to see the split mound of her sex between her thighs. He'd not worked fast enough to have her send such pictures when she still thought she was with Laurent. And when her bottom was bare, Marlon wrapped those legs around his hips, her apex meeting his clothed one. Hand on the throat, to keep her head where it was, in the bonfire of her exclusive hair. Omnious quiet from the giant that had dragged her from her little post-highshool paradise. "You don't want to leave me, Emma." he corrected and put his hand under her top, still damp from her drinking water. Her struggle was going to fuel his want for her, but it was more important that she learn her lesson quickly than he give them both satisfaction. Fucking the daylight out of her now, and making her cum her anxiety away would just confuse her heart. He still helped himself to one of her breasts firmly, but not to bruise.<br/><br/>"You're going to like it here. You don't ever have to be alone if you're with me." he assured her and quieted her if she was still using her voice to drown the room in her useless screams. He held her breath for her, and felt her heart try to rush by underneath. A stone man, holding on like he'd been built around her. She would calm down eventually, and he could wait. Adrenaline burns oxygen faster, and soon her blood would be wanting. When her jaws were lax he stuck two fingers in her mouth, feeding her the taste of her own breast, as he petted her tongue just before he let go of her throat to give her air back. She would gasp around his fingers as he pulled them out.<br/><br/>"Now," he asked as he looked down at her, without any real physical hold on her body. "Are you going to be good?"