Katherine had intended to give the lengthiest kiss of her debt last, as per instructions, but certainly not an overzealous or fiery one. But Eward, it seemed, had other plans, exhibited by his fierce ane unexpected possession of her, and Katherine nearly let out a gasp of surprise against his lips but managed to mostly withhold it. She admittedly was not used to the feeling of any hands, let alone a man's hands, on her body, and she certainly had not anticipated being pulled flush against Eward's masculine form as they kissed. For a moment she considered pulling away, but it was clear that his grip was far too strong for that, and so Katherine relented.
It was Eward who pulled away first this time, though Katherine would not have thought about that more than momentarily, for her thoughts were elsewhere. For a few long moments she stood looking at Eward, partly in shock and partly in consideration for what she'd just done. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling painfully against the confines of her corset. At last, she turned away, her face flushed, almost in shame, arms crossed about her chest as if to protect herself from the reality of what had happened. She sensed Eward's dark presence behind her, but did not say anything.