Her mind and body were in two different planes all together. One one hand, her body wanted to tear his clothes off, yank his head back with his hair, and bite his neck. But her mind was warring underneath all of that, reeling with fear and anticipation and need and more fear.
She gasped when he pulled back from her, nearly unable hold herself back, wanting only to crush her mouth against his again. She breathed deeply, all but panting, as she tried to fill her lungs with air. Him actually saying the word 'bed' made it feel all too really to her.
"A-are you sure?" her eyes searched his somewhat frantically. Having been alone for nearly twenty years had done a good job of convincing Dorcas that she didn't deserve this sort of thing, and that she'd never have it. "If this isn't what you want..."