Almost. Almost. That moment where she'd shut her eyes had made him wonder if all that dark promise would be just enough - if she would succumb at last to the power and pleasure and freedom he dangled before her. But then her eyes found their steel again and Vayne felt his lips tighten toward his earlier smirk. Almost, but not quite.

And before he could respond, her fingers found his shaft.

Though his expression was impassive, even cold, the bead of wetness at the tip of his erection betrayed his arousal, smearing against her hand as she took hold of him. His shaft filled one of her palms while his neck tensed under the other...and for just a second, his own resolve fell back into the furnace of his lust. His eyes closed. His fingers spread her seam open until its heat seemed to whisper against the underside of his shaft, and his hand slipped down her neck to seize her breast in a bestial grope, and his abdominals knotted over her stomach and damn it he'd had enough, the Espers take his schemes and dalliances, this raven-haired Dalmascan girl was impossible to resist anymore -

But he had some self-possession left. Vayne opened his eyes to meet her glare, just as his swollen head wedged against the lips of her sex. She had him angled such that the slightest twitch of his hips would finish this. He'd be in her. With that fever of temptation pulsing in him, Vayne lowered his face to hers.

"I can see you need some time. My offer stands. Weigh it carefully, Tifa. In time, you will accept. I will have your loyalty. Your allegiance." The fingers at her sex splayed into a vee, spreading her folds for the stroke and making room for his shaft. "You."

And he straightened his back, swung his hips to hers, and drove himself into her to the hilt.