At first he had felt some natural resistance from her body, but once he began to move, all Owen could feel was tight, wet heat and it was driving him mad. But he loved the way she touched him, the way she began to move with him. He caught her lips in a kiss just as he began to thrust with slow, firm strokes. It was difficult to form even one coherent thought, but Owen was overcome with the knowledge that she was his. Not in a possessive way, but it finally seemed to sink in that Cecilia loved him too, and no matter what happened in this place, or in Zenith, they would take care of each other. It was a feeling Owen hadn't had in years, and he tried to convey that in the way he kissed her.