The Shadow endured her futile struggles with a look of bemusement.  To feel her fear and her horror and the rush of other emotions so clearly was foreign to him, and the realization that his thoughts were privy to her was unsettling.  Even moreso as he realized that she could feel that he was no more certain of what this forbidden and never intended bonding would mean than she was.<br/><br/>He took a breath and forced his voice to be even and composed.  "Yes," he answered simply, "I shall be privy to every sensation.  I am rather looking forward to it my pet..."  And he ran his hand down from her hair then, tracing his fingers along the delicate curve of her neck and then to cup the swell of one breast through her soft gown, squeezing it lightly and seeking the ringed nipple with his thumb.