"Because that's not who you are," she insisted, her tone weighted with earnesty. The touch of his hand against her skin, something she might have welcomed under different circumstances, now only sent alarm coursing through her and she visibly tensed, her wings twitching in agitation against the back of her legs. "You never lost yourself, Kennet. You lost her. It's not the same. Do you honor her memory in doing this?"
She gasped at the raw burning that suddenly swirled beneath his palm, another intimate touch that now felt more like a violation; the whirlwind around them paused with the shock she felt at such an intrusion, then picked up again with renewed vigor as pain creased her ageless features. Slender fingertips wrapped around the hand positioned over her core and she squeezed, grunting as her shoulderblades met the hard surface of her trailer, the small building swaying on its supports in the spheric gale that now cocooned them.
"I am not afraid of you, Djinn," she hissed, her words ground from beneath clenched teeth. "I am afraid for you. You feed from the willing but they feed you nothing but darkness, and this is what you become... Is this what you want? What she wanted for you?!" Tears welled, fat and jewel like against her bottom lashes, but her features were now set in a challenging snarl, sharp canines bared to him; she stifled a grunt of pain as more of her essence was extracted, her nails digging into the separating flesh of his hand. She had spent years as the unwilling power source to a gluttonous coward... the betrayal she felt was raw and unmasked as she stared into his horrifyingly cracked facade. "Take it then."