Gilded Bay run a shot across the bow

his forced entry would have been agonizing, had the countess offered him an iota of resistance. as it was, she bit harshly into her tongue, deeper and deeper still, until blood swirled into her mouth, to keep from granting ferahgo the cry that he desired. pain had erupted in her loins from the chafing, and erzsébet sought desperately for any minute amount of pleasure that would assuage this. 

blood dripped along her jawline -- erzsébet could find no enjoyment in her captain's possession. to tangle roughly, to couple viciously -- that was altogether different from rape, from the full employment of ferahgo's musculature and hate against her. 

only a gasp was wrung from the woman as she gripped the shifting sands and closed her eyes tightly against the twin flames licking along her body, swaying under his savage grasp. a moment of terror and hurt brought salt to sting her eyes -- was this all he would perpetrate against her? and why? 

erzsébet put this aside sharply; he had wounded her face, the source of her pride, and rutted against her with no intention but to hurt her for whatever wrong she had done, and so she bore it as stoically as she was able, refusing to allow another sound to be wrenched from her throat.