She was not at all surprised with his compliance to her movements. His change in expression with everything she did pleased her somewhat. She caught her breath in her throat when his cool hand carressed her breast. In the brief moment she had to glance away she found herself in his passionate embrace. In the split second before their lips touched when his hand came to firmly be in her hair she engaged the chains and the flew out, reeling and slicing through his shirt. She resisted immediately letting them drop instead as his lips were on hers. She murmured a hesitant and naive sound. Not sure of what to do her hands thoughtlessly up his back and she melted into his kiss.<br/><br/>There was a eagerness to her lips against his. As if she was drinking in the experience, letting her inhibitions fall away. Quivering with his cold hand along her spine the chill urging her forwards against him. She was so lithe and docile. She sprang to her tip toes meeting his kiss full on. A hesitant tip of her tongue flicks across his lips before she tries to pull away. Vibrant red flushing her cheek and she could not meet his gaze.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What am I doing...</span>Though she moved to pull from his kiss her body seemed sternly positioned against his. She knew he could feel her pulse. The vibrations of the mechanism inside her. She knew he could hear her heart pounding at the speed of light and the steady tick of the gears inside. She knew he could see through her as she saw through him. Her quivering continued as she was on the edge of giving into the temptation he was. Centuries without the affections of anyone let alone a man. Something stirred in her loins and her breathing was erratic.