Josephine's mind was beyond thinking or worrying over anything at that point, drowned with passion and desire.Her hands continued to race his skin as Raoul shifted over her. Her cheeks were flushed a light shade of red, though not from embarrassment. Flames seemed to course through her veins in the place of blood, love and passion lacing with that potent fire as it consumed her. Her legs parted willingly to allow his knees space between them, her body shaking a little with ecstasy. A sudden gasp and shaky moan, loudest so far, rose from her lips as he suckled on her nipples. They were exceptionally receptive to his attention, even more so, perhaps, than before in the glade so long before. Her back arched a little into his touch, a silent  plea to continue as he was; she was thoroughly enjoying every passing second.