She could not keep a delighted smile from lighting up her face, in fact she did not even attempt it, and she eagerly ran soft hands over his chest, experimentally stroking his nipples to see if they were as sensitive as her own.

He'd been so graceful as he knelt, so beautiful, that it had made her heart ache in a way that almost wasn't connected to what they were doing. He had almost looked a little vulnerable, though she supposed it was an illusion created by taking pose so connected with subservience.

Whatever the case might be it had reminded her of something that she had yet to tell him, but perhaps now had conveyed without words.

She was in love with him. Hopelessly so.