Clara did her best to put up a decent fight as she gave Gilas the most defiant stare she could muster at the moment. Granted, her being pinned down by the wrists did little to help in her attempts at putting up a strong front, but it still did wonders based on what she was feeling through their Bond.
He liked her words, and he was going to make sure that she'd regret ever muttering them out in the first place.
As if taken over by a ravenous beast, Gilas tore through her clothes. This time, however, he didn't use his hands. No, he held her down as he used his teeth to pry open her dress, his grip on her wrists only seemingly tightening even as he opened her up for his own pleasure.
She couldn't help but chuckle. "N-Not even going to let me-"
"Quiet," he growled.
Her eyes widened as she found herself gulping at his command. It was the same as last time, and she couldn't help but grow even hotter and more aroused as she became even more aware of how he was stopping her from moving.
