Katherine was grateful for his help with her corset; her fingers felt heavy and useless, shaking uncontrollably from a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Now left in just her chemise, the thin fabric not remotely concealing her modesty, Katherine held her arms tightly around Eward's neck and shoulders, her chest pressed flush against his, their kisses now feverish and even desperate. Her body wanted to be as close to him as possible, to feel every inch of him against it, and her mind was not resisting. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But that made it all the more right.
She pulled away from their kisses, her breathing labored, her heart beating out of her chest. His hands on her sides not only aroused her but steadied her; without them she'd surely have fallen over from shaking. Pressing her face against into the crook of his neck, Katherine daringly tugged on his shoulders, falling backward onto the bed, rolling herself beneath him. Katherine stared with something just short of veneration into Eward's eyes, dark with passion as she was sure that her own were. In her inexperience, she initiated what she could, hoping that he would take the lead and go further.