"Ouch!" She cried and her facial expression that showed she was hurting, was even so childish and seductive before his eyes that he could not help but tell her sorry. She looked at him consistently and, with a deep touching fondness and doting smile, she pointed at the injury on her left leg and he looked down and smiled again, saying,
"So sorry about that. Don't worry, I'm going to take it slow. I won't hurt you now, I won't hurt you ever, trust me." His voice quaked in humble pledge, his tone rendered the word desire to it's maximum and his breath gave a sweet resounding noise. She could feel his craving spirit asking for something his words were not willing to say.
"I trust you." She responded to make him feel better and bold to proceed with whatever his thoughts wanted him to do wit
