She didn't freeze - quite the opposite, jolting as if shocked when his mouth found the taut flesh of her nipple, an almost anguished keen sounding softly as her head lifted to press her cheek against the top of his head, eyes closed tight. With a thought the rest of her clothes followed her shirt, to where ever such things went, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Dolos... don't..." She gave a ragged sigh as she clung to him, holding his head to her breast, breath hot and voice aching. It was one thing when she had the intoxicating headiness of ample misery to give her a reason for her desires, and another thing to just crave -him-. She didn't always know how to handle it, and the conflicting ways it made her feel.