She shudders slightly at the threat. She knows males who would rip nipples of and call it part of days work. She calls them cousins. But the faint edge of fear is thrilling as well. A dance with darkness and danger. His laugh is reassuring that it's play.

She's swimming in pleasure and knows she'll be lost in it if she doesn't pull back a bit. So she does, smiling at him. Disregarding her torn dress, her fingers move to his, closing around him and pulling him slowly toward the bed.