Alright. Once Ronan realized her game it didn't take long for him adjust to her parameters. But before he completely immersed himself into her fantasy, Ronan took stock of his findings. The pair confessed their love for each other, admitted that something needed to change - and she'd gripped him tightly and raised him from perdition. No really, Mars was fairly sure he had a permanent handprint down there.
Re-energized, Ronan took the only proper course of action - and forced Eva off of him. "Evangeline!" He scolded, Spanish inflection clear in his tone. Father Murphy (weird) shuffled away but only disingenuously tired to cover himself. "Esta es la obra del diablo mismo. Esto no es como usted en absoluto!" Ronan moved to his knees, but instead of fleeing, he reached out and grabbed Evangeline by the wrists. "Debes luchar contra él, hijo mío..." He violently pulled her forward, and pressed his palm into her back to keep her on all fours. "Pray!" He ordered in English, "Pray for your salvation!" His hand struck across her ass, much harder than previously, and with much more purpose. He paused only long enough to grab the top of her skirt and pull it down to her bent knees. He continued to spank her, until her skin shown more red than tan, and he kissed her to feel the heat radiating from her. "Pain will bring the demon to the surface, pleasure will expel him." He explained, quietly, while his lips moved lower and closer to her center. Next her panties fell away and Ronan tasted her, in the alley of a very Mexican church. His hand clawed up her shirt and pulled it down to expose her chest, all while his tongue did what he knew she wanted.
This experience only solidified in Ronan what he'd felt, that they were perfect for each other, who else would not bat on eyelash at this... Of course, then he pinched her nipple with such force he expected another shock. After a significant portion of time, Mars raised, and grabbed Eva by the hips. "I must resist." He repeated several times, then as if it would have caused him any pain at all, Ronan plunged himself into Eva. He shuttered, completely honestly, and felt the wave of ecstasy he'd missed. After his head snapped back, Ronan thrust back and forth with all the vigor of a young priest trying to save this woman's soul. He reached out for her hair and pulled, to insure her back stayed arched and ready for him. Eva around him caused Ronan's body to tremble, even before... But that didn't matter, she needed him. He pushed harder, and harder, giving Zap no quarter from him. "Tell me you wish to be saved!" He called out, then reached around her thigh to add his circling fingers to the equation. "Tell me who you love and what you're filled with..."
"This is the work of the devil himself. This is not like you at all!" "You must fight against him!"