"Haha… y-you take it like a bitch. Im barely even moving."

Scara moves his hips against yours in a way that makes you completely forget about your hatred for him.

Another night comes where your in his room, craving any sort of affection. Scara is there to deliver, as usual. He lays behind you, one hand around your waist, and one on your jaw as he gently kisses you. His pace doesnt slow at all, no matter how much you squirm. He enjoys seeing you so vulnerable