[ Her breath hitched at the slight pressure of his lips against her temple. Her sweet Conrad, always giving, never asking. How different he was from her other Chevaliers. Caressing his face, she pressed down, squirming slightly as she sought release, sought him. Her teeth sank into the flesh that he offered, letting that blood flow across her lips in the tiniest of offerings. It was so easy to just relax into his care, ripples echoing through her body in a slow release egged on by Conrad's relentlessness.