The sensation Tilda felt as he pressed his hips to hers made her whimper in pleasure. Even through the fabric of her dress, she could feel his most private area against her, making her shudder and nearly pant with anticipation. And yet he did respect her, at least enough to give her the choice. Save her soul or follow her heart? It was an impossible choice from the start.<br/><br/><br/>"Wait..." Tilda reached out for him, her hand going to his shoulder to keep him from pulling away any further. The thought of him leaving terrified her, more so than even the thought of having her body feasted upon. For  her entire life she had been taught that this was wrong above all other things. That only purity could ensure freedom and safety from the Dark One. And here she was, so willing to forgo that safety.<br/><br/><br/>"I...I want you to. I mean, I want to, with you." Biting her lips nervously, Tilda knew she was fumbling like an idiot. She could feel the whole of her body shiver with what could only be called desire. It was stupid, and foolish, and she would probably die but she would rather this happen with Auguste than with anyone else. "Please." She nearly begged, leaning upwards just enough to kiss him tentatively.