Each and every action, even if it was unconscious on her end because she was enjoying the moment, made it harder to give into any desire to kill her. Arlo grinned outright as she grabbed a hold of his wrist. Not to push away. No. To pull closer. He almost, almost spoke as the demand slipped from her. Keeping her pinned with his larger frame was easy enough. The knife pressed just a little harder, letting her feel the sharpness of the blade while his other hand worked her dress up over her ass, fully exposing her to him and the night around. Through the mask, Arlo could see the signs of her arousal against her thighs, the glistening catching the barely there light. All for him. As if she was made for him, this very moment, suited for his desires. The mask pressed to the side of her head as he guided his cock to her soaked pussy. One, two, three swipes of the blunt head through the wetness in an almost teasing fashion. Another sign of the control that he had over the entire situation. Then, one sharp thrust had him buried deep, splitting her open without any other warning. Tight warmth was what greeted him. Far better than the eager mouth, though that was certainly a high ranking experience. His attention was split. The knife on her neck and the body that was eagerly accepting him. More focus was demanded now than when she had been sucking him off. Without a doubt, she would be visited again, would survive this encounter only for another to occur. Another low audible moan did slip as his hips pulled back, lazy, almost slowly to savor the drag before they slammed forward once more, seeking only his pleasure at the moment.