"I don't know what you are doi...ng, Devile but you have to--"
"I have to do what? Stop? Make me stop if that's what you want? Take my hands off of you if you truly want to resist my touch." Said Devile who was already in the heat of the moment, slipping his fingers in and out of her as he held her close to himself.
On the other hand, Mira was fighting a battle inside her head. She was torn between pushing him away and staying in his arms. She was torn between not wanting him and wanting him. Devile was such a hard man to resist. she hated him at that moment but she didn't want him to leave, she didn't want him to stop the things that he was doing to her -- the network of sensations that he was passing through her.
She buried her head into his chest while she was still figuring out what she was going to say to Devile. After a short while of trying to find the right words to say, it finally slipped out of her mouth.