Though she initially protested his movements, if only because he moved further away instead of closer at first, it did give her a minute to catch her breath, but only a minute. She brushed her hair from her face and up out of the way as he settled over her. Casting a look at him, she whimpered in frustration; he was not making this easy for her tonight! It was a month's worth of anxiety and frustration built up, a way to finally let off a little steam and he was still being cheeky!  

He leaned down and the feeling of his lips on her jaw, his breath at her ear, was the last straw. "Edric, please," She pleaded, fumbling to follow through with his demand. Desire warred with impatience, the latter getting the better of her yet again. In this instance, she was not above begging. Raking her nails down his sides she finally found his hips and pulled him toward her, in an effort to speed him up.