Mohini took in a soft hiss of breath when those first exploratory movements of his fingers parted her, brushed over her. Her eyes drifted closed entirely, and turned her head to ease his lips passage down her neck.<br/><br/>By the gods this felt good. This man, roman pig though he may be, knew how to play a woman's body. She found herself parting her egs just a little wider, pushing her hips forward ever so slightly. It seemed half of her wanted more, the other half wanted to kill him. Sh was not giving in to him, she reminded herself, no she was just waiting to strike, that was all. But by Tabiti, his fingers and lips were incredible. Were she not his captive, a slave meant to be given out to whatever men wished her, she might have welcomed this openly, but to be used like this?<br/><br/>Slowly her hands rose, sliding back up her body, over her tight stomach, back to her full, sensitive breasts, then higher, the shackled wrists forced to travel close to one another as her fingertips reached out to tough the side of his face softly, tracing the outline of his cheek, then down to his jawline. A pair of her fingers slid beneath his chin and gently urged him upwards, silently directing his lips back to her own.