[ He does not resist the way he should. It is not difficult to draw him in. And in that instant there is no more question of it. The arousal trapped tight in his pants is pressed against her body. He hisses softly, if only to stop himself from moaning outright.

The desire is there-- to push her down and take her. End this cycle of suffering.

But his pride freezes him in place. He dare not take it that far. Not without dragging her down with him. He will not give her the satisfaction. ]

Perhaps it was your own longing that allowed us to meet like this. Maybe like me, you've found yourself yearning for something more... something that can satisfy like nothing else can.