Good. If Xanthippe was panicking then she was focusing on entirely the wrong thing. Any mental energy she had, he wanted focused on what his mouth was doing, what his hands were doing, what they might be doing in the future. He finally let the hand on her lower back drift down towards her ass, fingers grazing over the curve, appreciating how it felt beneath them.

"Tu as tres belle," he whispered in D'Angeline before kissing her again.