His voice grounded her, calmed her, and she listened to him, letting herself mutely nod as she followed his lead. His lips found her skin again as he moved, finding a way between her legs where no one had ever been. She didn't have time to dwell on this as he fumbled with his trousers, then it was skin touching skin. Like the softest warmest satin. Dahlia loved the feeling. She didn't care how wanton this would make her feel looking back on it, she loved the sensation.

Quin's voice drew her gaze, she nodded. "Yes." Her voice a plea against their heavy breathing. She couldn't think on it too much, wouldn't second guess it. No, she wanted him around her, wanted this love between them to continue twisting and taking shape, growing and taking her where she had never been. She wanted more. She wanted him.

Dahlia wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him in to kiss him, to show him her willingness, how much she wanted to be his. How much she was his.

Their hips pressed together, joining them, filling her - and despite her flushed body's protests to the contrary, it felt uncomfortable. It pulled at her, as if telling her she didn't want this, but her whole body seemed to rebel, telling her she did. She pulled Quin in closer, wrapping her arms around him in a hug and burying her head in his shoulder as she bit down on the whimper that came from pushing even further as her body wanted. But then the pain was gone and she was adjusting to him - and then he was gone. That did make her whimper, wanting him, until he was back and their bodies found a rhythm that changed her whimper to breathless panting. "Quin." She didn't know if it was a question or a plea, all she knew was that her body was a mix of sensations and feelings that she had never experienced before, blinding, and overwhelming, and scary all at once.