[center] The morning - or rather, the afternoon had come far too quickly for Clara. She hadn't quite remembered when she had given in and had fallen into slumber, or even when Asmodeus had finally [i]allowed[/i] it. All she knew, was that she was entirely spent, exhausted, and eager to curl herself up and welcome the sleep that had pulled at her senses for hours on end before it had been dismissed repeatedly. Now, all she knew was the comfort of her bed that had been entirely disheveled. Somewhere along the lines she had managed to wrap herself up in the slightest with a sheet, but even as it had only covered a bit of her legs, she didn't care. Sleep was more important, and it wouldn't be until the morning that she realized she would have to face Jaden in the wake of it all. 

Clara hadn't quite thought things through; she had been manipulated into sending Jaden away and calling forth Asmodeus, but she didn't entirely regret it either. She had thought the evening in the club had been one of the most erotic nights she had known -- but now it didn't even compare to the evening before. She had endured hours upon hours of pure lust and desire, passion and utter satisfaction amidst the pain and pleasure that he inflicted upon her. For the first time in a long time, her body had felt entirely heavy, exhausted and yet still satisfied in the wake of his abuses. Her skin had still been caked with quite a few dried bodily fluids and she smelt entirely of sex. There had been a few bruises here and there from his rough handling of her that hadn't quite faded through the hours as of yet, and still, there had been that mark that he had left on her shoulder - the one that allowed him every bit of control over her desire for him. 

Somewhere in the afternoon, Clara had shifted in the slightest, her body wrapped entirely around another's - arms splayed and wrapped around his middle as her legs were entangled with his own. Her head had rested on his chest, but her tousled hair had covered most of her face. Her body ached - and yet, it still felt sore in such a magnificent way - and despite her exhaustion she knew full well she was [i]hungry[/i]. Asmodeus had practically drained her the evening before and she hadn't quite the energy to move just yet, despite the fact that Jaden was bound to wake up just as confused as before... and probably pissed off at her. Clara didn't know why she should even bother to care -- he had betrayed her, lied to her over everything she could have possibly known, and yet he expected her to simply forgive and hopefully forget. He was the one she was supposed to trust and believe in and she couldn't now - and it was absolutely out of spite and anger that she had used him the evening before, not even caring this time around that it was [i]his[/i] body that she was using. She wanted him to feel every ounce of helplessness and hurt that he had inflicted upon her. She wanted him to know exactly how it felt, despite the fact that she was probably putting herself at risk when it came to Asmodeus, despite the fact that he had literally marked her the evening before and she wasn't entirely sure what that had meant. Really, what did she have to lose at this point when Jaden was all she had left? [/center][@Raijinslayer]