Josephine moaned and whined softly at Raoul's actions, the dulled flame already burning back again. When he leaned up and kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips; but she was too far gone to care. Her eyes were half closed, fluttering a little in her love-struck daze. By then a bit of lust had leaked into her veins along with the passionate fire. That had only been the beginning, the night was still ahead of them. She offered no resistance to him as he shifted her legs a bit further apart, trying to overcome the aftershock she was still in. One of her hands lightly traced along the back of one hand that rest upon her thigh, looking up at him with a composed and lustful gaze. "Do not fear hurting me. Do not hold back for my sake."