There is pain as she strikes the wall, shoulder scraping against rough brick, but she pays it little mind, hands roaming over warm, damp skin, nails carving paths across his shoulders. He could take anything from her in this moment, she knows, she could offer no resistance. Should he try to take her life, she might well let him have it.

Her body surges forward, pressing against his and her gown, she knows, will be ruined, but she cares little. She wants him inside her, she wants the warmth of him, the power.