Vivian watched Marcus, trying to force her bosy to relax under his hands. His encouragements meant a great deal to her, and she tried just a little more, allowing her thighs to part for his hand more. He was being patient, and that was something new. His eyes remained on her body, and she felt like he was giving her the say without being overbearing. Black eyes never left his face, even as she felt the tension that had been between them drop slightly.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed under the warmth of his hand, and she sighed out just a breath. She had never experienced someone else's hands on her body, that weren't trying to train or kill her. It escaped her that this wasn't all that different from training for battle, only instead of pain, it was pleasure she was to get used to.<br/><br/>A shiver crept up her spine, slowly spreading from where his hand kept contact. The feathers on her neck stood, then relaxed. It was the strangest sensation, to be touched like this.