It was Anne's hope that it wouldn't be long before he gave up his wife as well. It was a known fact in court that while he seemed to visit Katherine's bed now and then, he rarely made love to her, if at all. He had plenty of other women who would do more than just lay benneth him like a log. That was the rumor about Katherine, anyway. And a man as passionate as Henry, needed a passionate woman in his bed who was open and willing to particapte.
She moaned softly as his lips made contact with her skin, and as they moved lower she took a involontary step backwards so her back was pressed against the tall hedge wall of the maze, pulling him with her. As his lips and hand approached her breasts, her knees nearly buckled and if she wasn't holding onto him, she probably would have fallen to the ground. She leaned her head back against the head, exposing her neck more and pressing her breasts upward over her bodice even more so they were practicall straining to get out. "Oh, Henry," she moaned breathlessly, not even noticing she'd said his name. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind, since he hadn't yet given her that liberty.