Her hand caught his on the way back from the nightstand and she remembered a talk she'd had once, a long time ago, about condoms. "They're not necessary," she murmured. "Children are chosen when it comes to us." A pause. "Gods."
Enough talking. Anne threaded a hand up the back of his neck and held him in place while she kissed him deeply. Pulling back only slightly, her voice was filled with lust. "Now, Sam. Love me."