Josephine sighed softly, having to take a deep breath to keep from moaning. His slow, gentle touch sparked her desire again, but she pinned it back where it belonged. Chained it down to where it would have to struggle hard and long to break free. But the chains that held it were brittle, and could snap if pulled with enough strength. A soft moan managed to slip as he traced his hands down her sides to her hips, and the queen's blushed. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back to rest against the top of his shoulder. "Please, we must not act out. You know how much you affect me, Raoul." Her voice was half whisper, half moan, with a tone that was torn between pleasure and struggling. "If there was time and allowance for us, I would not hold back. But we must wait just a little bit longer." Unintentionally, she leaned back against him, one arm snaking around his neck with her eyes still closed. "Let us just sleep for now; play will come soon enough. And I am impatiently awaiting it."