She did know that. Henry had changed a lot since she'd met him, but Gabriella's own insecurities about being compared to his ex-lovers or ex-anythings... or even the way that Troy had hurt her before she ended up here left her a little bit needy and scared.
The way that Henry was pushing into her so hard left her scared, too.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, hoping he believed her as she was finally able to move a little bit. She didn't try, though. Gabriella wanted Henry to know that she trusted him if this was bothering him. "I love you... please, Henry, it's okay... I want to marry you so bad and I want you to.... be Henry Tudor."
Which meant seeing and feeling the darker part of him that he would probably show to groupies or something. Gabriella wanted him to show her, love her, want her... and marry her. And if that meant he would hurt her while they had sex, then Gabriella would learn to like that, too. The hard thrusts in her made her gasp each time and she tried to hold onto him as she felt herself finally become wet.