Anne was sinking fast and completely enraptured by this whole experience. She touched him gently, her body responding to his every touch, his every caress pushing her towards bliss. For every bit of control she had over him. she was quickly finding he had just as much over her.
She moved with him, faster, more urgent, each movement of her hips a motion to draw him more into her, to merge their flesh in only the way she could with someone she had shared blood with. Yet even now, this was different.