As suggested, she drank— and gratefully so. As much as she wanted this, as absolutely sure she was of crossing this line, there was still the fear of the unknown. It wasn’t him she feared, but rather what lovemaking would feel like and how painful it would be, if at all. But for him, with him, she would venture into the unknown. She always had and she always would, in everything, and in this. How oddly circular it was. After finishing the bit of wine, Gwendolyn set the glass aside, already a pleasant warmth to her cheeks and neck from the drink.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained on his as he drew close, his touches featherlight down her body. She too took the opportunity to touch him, her hands exploring the planes of his chest and the broad width of his strong shoulders. Before she could kiss him again, he bowed his head and took one nipple between his lips, inciting a gasp to tumble from Gwendolyn’s lips. “Oh Cam...” she sighed, her hands falling to cradle his head. Her eyes fluttered closed as little waves of pleasure sparked from where he sucked her. “That’s heavenly.”