Josephine shivered ever so slightly as Raoul's tongue slipped past her lips. She had never been kissed like this, never been held like this, never touched like this. But she loved it even more so because of it. Her heart was like a bird fluttering in her chest, leaping and flying and hopping. Her pulse was thunder in her ear, and it was so loud she swore he could have heard it over her shaky, breathless sighs. A few quiet moans managed to arise, his touch seeming to burn through the fabric of her dress. Her head tilted as he kissed along her skin, her eyes fully closing. Another soft moan. She tried to speak, but her words were silent in her throat.