Her eyes widened, and she couldn't stop her reaction as her thighs tightened around his thumb, attempting to stop him from getting between her legs. Her hand grasped his wrist swiftly, holding him there. There was a warning in her face. She wasn't saying no, not yet. But she didn't want him just pushing her around either.<br/><br/>"Slowly, Marcus."<br/><br/>She let go, a sign of trust. Though she couldn't relax and let him have his way. Her body wouldn't allow it. She did force her thighs open just a hair more, just enough for his thumb to move. There was fear in her eyes, and determination. She didn't want to be weak and beg him to stop. She would swallow her terror and think of it like any other mission, fear or not. But it nagged at her, that he might not care of her pain, or if he did, it was only the young inside her that he would be gentle for.