Katherine felt and could somehow sense Eward's focus on being gentle with her, mostly for how much it contradicted his usually coarse nature. In fact, it was a stark contrast to that, and her own rather passionate responses were a testament to it. She had not thought that giving herself to a man would do anything but make her feel objectified and dirty, but for now, for the moment, it was everything but that.
She was admittedly unable to contain her emotions, so unfamiliar to the sensations Eward elicited within her, and realized herself to be, however wanton it seemed, a vocal lover. Not loud, not distracting, but Katherine found that each time they broke their kisses, she could not hold back a quiet, breathy moan of pleasure. She only hoped that his many previous trysts had left him used to such a thing, else embarrass herself. Her grip on Eward's back grew stronger as the pleasure intensified, and Katherine was almost unable to control her desire despite knowing that everything she was doing was morally wrong.