The blond had no shame, she shuddered as his voice rumbled into her ear like a thunderstorm playing over her skin. Her breath caught, making her voice soft and hoarse as she gave him a response to his question, the first of many he stole out of her kiss and fuck swollen lips. "As many times as you desire..." Did he even hear her words? Even wait to hear them? She wasn't sure, aware of how he thrust into her, out and in; he was thoughtful almost right now,more gentle then she expected. To let her adjust perhaps. He wasn't going to just savage her, no he would break her with pleasure as well.<br/><br/>And that truly made her shudder and glow.<br/><br/>The mention of her guards brought a rush of crimson to her cheeks, stinging almost with its intensity. Connal would be repulsed, Roarke shocked, the others...she wasn't sure but good was not about to come from it she was sure. She would shock them, wanting this, aching for it, seeking it out. She would offer him everything; for he seemed to know just how to work her, to arouse her. She wanted to weep almost, shame and need equal in that moment. He was darkness.<br/><br/>Pliant her ankles spread, wider and wider, as did her arms, he made her helpless and she yelped, jerking in his hold, clenching around his shaft inside her when his teeth sank into her skin almost hard enough to break the pale flesh. That was going to bruise. It made her moan, her glow flaring around them breath racing in her throat, breasts heaving into the crushed grass beneath her. Yes, they would and she would feel guilty but revel in them all the same. When he mentioned her returning to him she knew she would, for this sense of helplessness, this perfection of being beneath his darkness and only able to surrender, to give. It was addictive, maddening, arousing.<br/><br/>He thrust into her, hard, so hard and she cried out beneath him, pain and pleasure mingling, her sex grinding into the ground in a way that maddened her even more, she ached to have his fingers there, or Goddess help her, his tongue. To feel tenderness and then the harshness. Wildly she convulsed, given over to his pleasure, to hers and she whimpered, agreeing. She would crave him, over and over and she lost herself in the fantasies of what he could do to her, what he was doing to her. Harder, rougher, ramming into her and she screamed, shrill, sweet, sharp, like a good girl, her voice breaking on her third scream as he fucked her virgin ass and she writhed beneath him. Her body took the pain and pleasure, it crested, breaking and her climax soaked the grass beneath her, drenched her inner thighs and scented the air with feminine arousal as he took her without ceasing and she could only tremble and cry and beg for more.