[ A little spike of guilt flashes through her chest. She hadn't meant to - she'd barely even realized what she was doing until her eyes were on him and she'd broken her promise. She should avert her gaze or... or something, but she has the feeling that if she whips her gaze away from him, he'll read it in all the wrong ways. So she doesn't even blink, just lets her eyes rove over the shape of him, the size and the unfamiliarity of it. He really wasn't kidding when he said it'd break her but rather than intimidated, she feels...

Emboldened, perhaps.

Her fingers are still covered in his release and as they curl around him again, the slick sensation makes her breath catch in her throat. She feels her face burn a little brighter as her fingers squeeze and then go right back to exploring his shape, much more thoroughly and deliberately now she can actually see what she's doing. As her hand moves along him, her fingers press more firmly and slide into the gaps between the scales, the sensitive ridges underneath, and he's so hot in her hand - the thought sends a rush of heat through her, too, and settles heavily between her legs. She shifts her thighs together, swallowing hard, and drags her gaze back up to his face. ]

... you really had me worried, you know. This isn't even half as bad as you had me imagining.

[ There's no judgement in her expression. In fact, it's... the opposite. If anything, her eyes are warm and dark, the color high in her cheeks, her smile wicked. ]

It's okay. Didn't I say I'd take care of you?