Ansgar's name, the hate and love he felt towards this woman was indescribable. She became like a drug to him, a basic instinct, a need. And while she believed him as her favorite mistake, the same could be said about her. She was an answer to his prayers, and it didn't hurt she was a damn good woman in bed; one who didn't use him for his title, but if anything, hated him for it. And she wasn't here to trick him into children, it just happened.
Stations didn't matter in that moment, in that room. They were simple two lovers in heat, in need, reading one another's body as Calent's hands moved up to hungrily rove all over her's. He grabbed her breasts roughly, cupping, squishing, massaging them rough as thumbs rolled over her hard nipples and his sex continued to pound up into her like a striking hammer.
"Gods you feel like heaven," he moaned against her skin, sitting up now and pulled her near. Lips met to her lips before trailing down hungry, lapping kisses from cheek, neck then chest; where he kissed her all over, like some boy bedding a womana nd seeing her body for the first time and finally being allowed to indulge in such a sin.