Her scalp prickled as his hand clenched in the mass of auburn curls, and she tilted her head down at his push, eyes unfocused, and she shuddered as he pulled back from her, and stared down at their joined bodies. She shook with every word, and screamed as he slowly dragged himself out, her muscles tensing, clenching about him, trying to keep him inside. It felt so good, like he was pulling something from much deeper inside of her. She strained against his hold, but there was no budging him. She was forced to stare at the display, her eyes wavering in and out of focus. Teagn stared at the sheen over him,<em>her</em>sheen over him. That was her arousal coating him. Another scream ripped from her chest as he pressed in, back arching off the wall, though her head remained down, watching his carnal movements within her. She leaned against the wall, and threw a leg up around his hip, changing the angle, and nearly screeched with the movement, giving him more access, her leg curling, trying to force him further in.<br/><br/>She barely understood his words, but she understood their meaning. This was punishment for presuming, this was comfort to her fear, this was pleasure given, and taken. This was more passion than she believed to exist in the world. She cried out as he pulled from her again, pressing in. The discomfort slowly began to fade, and she shook her head against his hold in impotent frustration. He wanted her to talk? That was like asking a deaf person to play piano by ear.<br/><br/>"Ah... please... more... so-good" She panted. How could she describe the indescribable? Pressure, tingle, tight, hard, it was past words, past intelligence and humanity. Her mind screamed from it, the feeling, no words, and she thrashed against the wall, against his hold, unable to keep quiet, keep from moaning. She was half afraid of how much she was feeling, but there was no escape. She didn't want escape. He was driving her past herself, and that was exactly what she needed.