He cupped her head in his broad palm, deepening the kiss as if they wanted to be one with it and then she felt it, his hips into hers. She tensed at the discomfort, sharp, not pleasant; then he filled her, pressed into her, the burn fading. She laid there on the ground pinned beneath him as he penetrated her. Her head was still encompassed in his palm.Â
Her own hands moved to his back, slipping down to the flex of his buttocks as he moved inside her. The sensation took her breath. He thrust steadily at first, such a curious feeling but then his pace increased at once and she shrieked hard again.
The palace must have shook with her shrieks now. She felt like she was possessed. It shocked him somehow that he slowly and slowly let go of her mouth to look into her eyes.
A look of worry there that warms her heart again.
