He turned his hand beneath hers, clasping her fingers within his. Pushing her sleeve up just a little, tracing the scar there. That one had been simply out of cruelty, just to hear her cry out. He drew her hand up enough so that he could brush his lips against the scar.
Easing himself to his knees he lifted the hem of her night shirt, and tugged down the waist of her pants to show that scar. Lightly he traced a finger over the slightly angry skin. Leaning forward he very lightly pressed a kiss to that wound as well.
Gazing up at her, eyes pleading. "Forgive me. Please?" He could forget her transgressions. If she could forgive his. His arms slid around her waist. Drawing her close to him.