Josephine's lips faltered at his neck as Raoul began to speed up, breathing hard, gasping turning into panting. Her head fell back against the pillow, as if she didn't have the strength to hold it up. Her blue eyes flickered with a lusty flame, darker than they had ever been before. Her head tilted back when he began kissing along her throat, crying out as his hips rotated a little with each of his thrusts. Now she was truly on fire, smoldering, burning; but all with pleasure. Even if she was hurt, it didn't register in her mind to feel any of the pain. Josephine moaned and cried out without muffling the noise any this time, not caring how loud she got, not being able to tell at that point. His hand at her nub only added to her cries of ecstasy, making her hips buck again and her body tremble and quiver beneath him.