Pressing her lips together to muffle the following moan, Eva tipped her head back against the mattress, nails digging into his shoulders unintentionally after landing there by chance. Though she'd never really put much thought into it before, her figure was athletic, all lean muscle and few curves, perfect for her work. However she hadn't ever wondered if it was the attractive sort. Now was not the time to think on it either, too busy reveling in the moment and the attention, each new sensation keeping her on the edge, even when she thought she knew what to expect.

Her focus seemed to switch gears, feeling his hands sliding dangerously close to the scar just above her hip. It was still uncomfortably tender to the touch and in her panic she grabbed his wrist, hissing out a wince, despite the delicacy in which he was moving. The discomfort ebbed almost immediately, but Eva realized her reaction was unnecessarily quick. It hadn't hurt, but she wasn't used to having another set of hands on her body, unaware of how much it still bothered her. It wasn't exactly something she liked to admit aloud.

"I'm sorry," She breathed out, worried she'd ruined the moment. With furrowed brows she stumbled on how to explain herself. "It still aches sometimes." She added as she pulled up the hem of her chemise to reveal the mangled scar that was once the problematic puncture wound, the remnants of the crocodile battle and reminder that she would likely never bear children. Now she had to wonder if it would be a problem tonight...