He laid his body on top of hers as he assaulted her mouth again. She closed her eyes in an effort to pretend that she was with someone else, someone that didn't terrify her. When that didn't work, she tried to think about the past when they'd been together and she'd had so much fun. It hadn't always been the potions that altered her mind enough to enjoy their time together. The man possessed many interesting talents. She gasped at the roughness with which he pulled her thighs apart with his hands. He was only gentle when he wanted to be. Feeling his tip at the entrance to her body where he hadn't been in so long reminded her of the past. She could do this. She might even be able to enjoy herself if she stopped worrying so much about what was happening or who she was with. Hadn't he made it a point to everyone who cast their lot in with his that she was to remain unharmed? Why would he go against his own wishes?