Vivian kept her eyes on Marcus' face, even as her hand gently brushed the shoulder straps of her bra away from her skin. With one hand, the lacy material slipped free and was left hanging from the arm of the hand that was still stroking gently to her mate's sex.<br/><br/>Her heart almost skipped a beat at the thought. Her mate, she was going to be mated to him. Her breath caught for a moment, before she relaxed. She understood why it was surprising to her from her own mind. She had already accepted that he would be her mate, and she would be his. She also understood he was being more gentle with her than she had the right to ask. This would be a good start for them.<br/><br/>She knew this was going to change everything, even as she switched hands, and let the lace pool to the floor. She was about to become a full woman in their society, and able to carry children. The thought scared her more than his size, but there would only be what would be, and she accepted that.