Her efforts had been petering off before his chest against her back pushed her more firmly into the mattress. The chest against her back put an end to her fighting. Instead she trembled beneath him, part exhaustion, part fear, part lust.<br/><br/>She felt like he'd run a Brillo pad across her emotions then turned her inside out and did it again. She'd never been so emotional in her life. She felt everything, and it was tearing her up. She wanted to cry she felt so defeated, part of her wanted to morn something she didn't dare think and refused to acknowledge, part of her wanted to scream and rage at him till his voice was gone, and another part still wanted to just let herself relax and live completely in the moment just enjoy what was happening and stop worrying or fighting. The last of course scared her most.<br/><br/>Goodfellow as masterful as he was stirred her desire to a fever pitch within minutes. There was little to nothing she could do about it, even less since part of her, far more then she'd ever admit to wanted it, would have been upset if he stopped.<br/><br/>She found herself at war with her body once more with little energy or will power to fight against it. Her body warmed to his touch in what felt like seconds, her nipples tightening and her hips tilted moving her sensitive flesh against his fingertips, all actions happing without her thinking about it before hand and made her burn with a mixture of desire and embarrassment.<br/><br/>Though it made little sense she wished more then anything it had been him in the glass house this morning. It was stupid she knew once he was done her she'd be sold to some guy with a master complex who'd expect her to obey him in every manner, but last night it had been easier just to let go.<br/><br/>She was foolish, an 18 year old girl who'd never know kindness from a man, who'd found more then her desire stirred but her emotions as well, and that she felt both betrayed and jealous of someone she kept telling herself she hated confused her more then anything ever had before.<br/><br/>She moaned squeezing her eyes shut as heat snaked up her body, demanding, insistant. It was getting harder and harder to think and though she had little doubt she'd regret it later, she gave into herself and shut out the voice in her head telling her to fight, letting herself go once more.<br/><br/>She rolled her hips pushing against his fingers and didn't suppress then little sounds that came to her lips, letting them pass unimpeded. She arched her back slightly pressing her hardened nipple into the palm of his hand and shivered in delight as his lips teased along her neck.