He saw the change in her eyes as his hand moved down to her hip. His thumb wrapping around her leg, being pressed between her legs. It was a power grip that she had over his thumb. As he was going to move it back and try again, her hand grasped his wrist. Her words where simple, but there meaning told him enough. He had hurt his mate past the pain of body, but he had left a pain deep within her. When she let go of his hand, he nodded to her. He was doing this for her, in a few ways. He was not going to let his mate feel this way about him, and his body.<br/><br/>His hand moved up her down her leg towards her knee, and not down to her sex. He rubbed the bare skin there, his thumb popping out of the pantie line long ago. His fingers brushed over her skin, not rubbing too hand, but giving a still firm caress to her inner leg.<br/><br/>"Don't fear me, or my body mate."<br/><br/>His other arm slipped under her back, pulling her into a semi hold, her head reaching about his neck. His hand moved down, very slowly, his fingers trailing behind his palm. He let his hand go down until her legs would not allow any more passage down, then he moved back up her legs, doing the same slow move, reaching her knee and turning around once more.<br/><br/>"See my mate, my touch is not only for hurting, not when it is for you."