If you are so strong and deserving of my attentions, [he drawls,] you ought to be able to protect yourself.

[And then she is beautifully, wonderfully nude in front of him, a pale sliver of sunlight. He's instantly hard again, instantly standing and reaching for her. He knows he should be gentle, but she is so lovely and small, still very much a girl waiting to be molded into a woman. He will mold her. This time, he will take full credit for what she becomes.]

You remember the brothel. [She probably remembers it far better than he. His hand in her hair, he leads her to a tree, pushes her against it. He's using only a fraction of his strength, so it's essentially gentle. His stomach is to her back again, pressing forward.] This is what you wanted, I recall.