Each kiss was more thrilling than the next, and she felt as if he knees would give way at any moment. "I'll hold you to that," she said somewhat playfully, emboldened by his attentions she gave herself into the next kiss, hands touching his chest to grasp the fabric there. Afraid that if she let go she might fall in an unladylike fashion and make herself a fool in front of him. Leuce's fingers touched over his mouth gently, absently biting onto her bottom lip and adding, "But pray, stay my Lord...and allow me to be yours entirely." Her lips touched over where her fingertips had once been grazing, kissing over him to his jaw.