She wanted this.

Allowing himself to be pulled down into a kiss, he let fingers wander dance across the sensitive skin between her legs, his movements shifting with every gasp and jerk of her hips. He knew the books she read romanticized the actual act of sexual intercourse, but it could be far less than pleasant in reality—especially without proper preparation—and he wanted to give her actual pleasure before causing her any unintentional pain.

Realizing that his movements were limited in this position, he suddenly broke free from the kiss and carefully shifted himself so he could sit up on his knees without removing his hand from under her skirt. Despite the fact that his actions gave him no direct pleasure, the situation was enough to have his heart racing and skin tinted pink.

While continuing to toy with her with one hand, he tentatively reached out with the other and, similarly to her actions minutes ago, guided her hand to his own arousal through his robes and raised his brows as to express that she'd done this to him. "I'm yours, too. Whenever you want. However you want," he breathed.

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