The passion of his kiss surprised her and she eagerly returned his passion with equal zeal. Her hands instantly traveled into his hair and cupping his cheek as they kissed. Nothing was so frightening and pleasurable. Her hands slid over his shoulder and gripped his shoulder blades as they kissed, prolonging their lips together as long as she could. Her mind was in chaos, his delicious mouth, his throbbing loins and pale skin, he was perfect in her eyes at this moment. When their lips parted she found herself looking into his eyes.<br/><br/>She gasped and caught her breath in her throat feeling him hesitate at her sweet treasure. She'd heard who's, peasant girls, wives and gypsy speak of this act. She'd over heard it and even glimpsed it. She had to kill to escape rape even. Never had she found herself so unflinchingly in desire to know. To be known. At the same time she felt doubt and it shown in her fce and her gaze. She didn't know this man.<br/><br/>She breathlessly and softly spoke. "Will it hurt?" The already pink cheeks now deepened to a crimson rose. " I do not know what I am to do..." She felt foolish again and she could feel herself letting the fear out weigh the lust for a moment. "...I ..."