"So, cherie," Hyacinthe whispered, long minutes later when he finally managed to pull his mouth away - not far, because even as he spoke, he was pressing kisses along her cheek up to her ear. "I don't want to be presumptive..." He nipped her earlobe. "...So tell me if I should stop." His hands inched up her sides until they were resting just under her breasts, their weight warm against his fingers. "Unless you'd rather I didn't stop at all."