Her hands drop his in favor of taking his face in them. Damn anyone who might see them. And damn any woman or man who has ever made him feel that he is less, made him feel unwanted. Her hands tilt his face towards her own, so he will look at her, so that he will understand and trust what she is about to say.

"I want you." Clear and simple. "And I do not care if you are celibate or have been with hundreds of women. That does not matter to me. I want you."

Benedict has always been a quick learner, from what she's been told, from what she's seen first hand. She has no doubts that he will easily overcome inexperience. She is, now, more determined than ever to bed him, to make him feel wanted, desired.

"This should not be a point of shame for you."