Josephine was nearly gasping, her breathing short and shaky; most of the time coming out in moans that were growing louder with each little step Raoul took. A whine arose when his hand went between her legs, touching her where no one else had ever touched her. That whiny moan turned to a soft cry as his tongue replaced his finger, her body trembling with pleasure. Her chest heaved uncontrollably, and she could barely hear anything but the thundering, frantic beating of her heart. Her legs parted even more to allow Raoul better access, trembling a little.