Vivian tensed as his words reached into her relaxed mind and body. Black eyes searched his face, before she forced herself to relax under his attentions. His hands had been warm, soothing. She was afraid, and instinct in a demon was strong. It was taking all of her will to remain there, open to him, vulnerable. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as she slowly nodded her agreement to his touch, "Yes, Mate."