His tone wasn't loud, but as his warm breath kissed her ear, she jerked, as if stunned.  Kaige only nodded as she watched him point out what he thought they should do. Certainly she agreed. It didn't surprise her that he knew so much about this. Men could be excellent cooks. She wasn't biased or blind to that fact. Her hand reached for the knife, pausing for a second, as she tried to steady herself. Then, for the briefest of moments, there it was. Her fingers, her skin, touched his. It was just his hand, but it was contact. Kaige wasn't a touchy feely person generally. Sure she would fuck anything with a pulse, but to her it was just that. Sex. To actually make a connection with someone with that skin on skin contact was something she avoided like the plague.<br/><br/>Quickly she moved her hand away from his and began to work on the rabbit. His hands came to rest on her body, and Kaige paused for a moment. Clothing separated them, but she could feel the warmth from his body. He pulled her body back against his own, and her eyes opened wide. Her fingers gripped the knife tightly, and for a moment, she froze. Kaige could feel him against her. His condition was easy to assess. Her lips parted as she took a deep breath. Kaige wasn't speechless too many time, but now was certainly one of those times. While she was always ready for sex, there was something different about this man. She looked down at the rabbit and resumed her work. He was right with every attention to detail he had paid, every bit of advice he gave her. She didn't answer his question. Instead, she opted to work in silence.<br/><br/>After she placed the rabbit back on the coals, noting his closeness to her, she finally spoke. "Why do I think I'm here? Because my step-father is a malicious bastard that thinks he can send me here to be raped and tortured. HA! Little does he know I fucking love sex," she yelled. "That's right. I love having my pussy sucked and fucked. I love a hard cock shoved down my throat and into my ass, and I don't mean in that order either!" The taste of my own pussy, my cum, my ass is all wonderful to me! That mother fucker thinks he can hurt me by doing this? Well. He truly doesn't know me." She looks over to him, wanting to pull away, to run and hide, but there's something there, in those eyes, that she can't get away from. Something that lowers her walls once more. "You see me. Don't you? You're fucking looking right at me right now, and you see me. Nobody ever sees me. I don't want them to, but you? I can't....," Her voice trails as she looks down finally noticing he's holding her breasts. "Afraid they're going somewhere," she asks quickly throwing her walls back up.