Her touch was tender; achingly, exceedingly so.

Never before had he felt so much as he did within this moment:

The soft touch of her hand. The heated presence of her body beside his. The gentle weight of her upon him.

His heart thundered and his body trembled, even in spite of the cold, hard metal that tore through his flesh and the warm, sticky blood trickling down his back.

This was far more than a comforting gesture.

She was fully offering herself to him and eagerly, he accepted, returning her violent affections.

Fredrick loved Shosanna as she loved him.