Her breath let out in a low rasp as he pulled her around. When Bill was like this, he moved faster, more forcefully, and she found herself often brought along quite without realizing how it happened, but liking it very much.
"We don't," she kissed him back, her mouth on his, a low moan echoing in her throat as his hands brushed over her bare back and he pushed up her shirt.
It had always been like this, since their first kiss. Now it was even more. She just responded to him, automatically, eagerly, her husband, her mate. The first and only man she ever intended to be with. Her hands slid up his chest, pushing off his shirt, her fingers sure on his warm skin.