It was a bit like playing with an inanimate thing at first. But with the pleasure he'd been able to awaken conflict in Lyra again. Always this jigsaw puzzle of games for him, this girl. It was a bit of a task not to use her harder and make her miserable again. She did wear her torment so well. There was reward in seeing her submit to this, too, especially the pitiful sound that was squeezed out of her when he decided to make her his bed. His sword remembered her sheath and he tested her, stretched her without tearing this time.<br/><br/>Pleasure tried to rule her expression but her complexion stiffened to keep it from spreading too much. Still fighting him. This was petitioning to steal another piece of her, after all, and she knew that. More slick around him as he explored her, much calmer than yesterday. It was quite something, to have her body want what had ruined it in the same bed. He could hear and feel the vibrations of something approving in her chest. He'd detected such a thing many times before. Inexperience firecrackers especially had no chance against him.<br/><br/>He put his palm to her cheek, never letting up with his hips in their pursuit to find new ways to lure her carnal self to the surface. "You're beautiful, Lyra Bremmington." he said. Though it was true, he was sure she doubted the sentiment, but gentle words are good to perfume the most ill intent. He threw a glance between them, at the limb that had come to dominate her blood and now her flesh, and it was glistening with her body's assurance that she liked it. He grinned to himself and then leaned down closer, nose to nose.<br/><br/>"Kiss me." he whispered onto the lip she'd bitten, that adorable, dramatic face women tried to hide their emotions with. His tongue came out carefully, his magical, dastardly tongue, and dipped into the valley between her petals to try and entice her further toward his suggestion. A little deeper, a little harder thrust would make her part them in a gasp anyway, and he could close both of his lips around her lower one, as though to nurture it from her teeth. He gave a gentle huff of air, like their not-love-making was getting to him too. It wouldn't be a lie. Her body was pleasant. His hands sought out hers, palm to palm and finger braided. To anyone, they might have looked like lovers.