Whatever resistance Einin had still been putting up, it faded beneath Ryk's touch.
She shivered beneath his touches, arching against him as his fingers trailed down her healed back. It felt good, the earlier brutality she'd experienced replaced by loving caresses, and maybe it was because the skin was new, or maybe it was just because the situation was so emotionally charged, but she felt even more sensitive there this time. She clung to Ryk, kissing him back and gasping softly against his mouth, only parting from his lips when his mouth left hers to explore her neck and shoulders, and as his hands traveled over her breasts, he wasn't the only one with a fire burning in his loins.
And when Ryk finally adjusted her, coaxing her into straddling him, and she felt his cock pressing against her sex...
Even exhausted as she was, Einin couldn't help but feel the desire he stoked in her, made even worse knowing this would be it. That this would be the last time she laid with him, and maybe even the last time she felt like this. Her parents would pressure her to marry, possibly even arrange one, and...
How could you do things like this with someone you didn't feel anything for?
The thought was terrifying, and made her hold Ryk harder, and kiss him deeper, holding his face gently between her hands. It made her move her hips just the barest amount, some part of her still worried about the morality of this, but the selfish, scared, desperate part of her pushed the thought away as she pressed against his still-clothed cock, gasping at the friction of fabric against her clit. It wasn't long before his smallclothes were damp, as she grew slick with desire.
Pressing her face against his neck, she kissed him there, and quietly said, "Will you make love to me?"