She didn't seem hurt, at least not in any lasting manner, and she wasn't complaining, either. Her breathing was a little faster now, as he decorates her further with trails of wax, none of them gaining quite as much a reaction as the drop over her nipple had caused. But she did squirm, shift, wiggle, as much as the scarves would allow.<br/><br/>As he puts the candle aside and kisses her, she's surprised, but eagerly kisses him back, lips parting for his tongue. A soft whimper slips free against his mouth as he lightly pinches the nub of her bare nipple.