Her breasts ached for his touch and he, sensing her need, kissed them—his tongue playful, his mouth soft and warm—whilst his hands slipped beneath her, grasping her tightly, and he settled to a slow, smooth rhythm that pleased and teased her, promising her bliss but holding her back, on the very edge of fulfilment.

“Lassui…”

“Shhhhhh.” He kissed her mouth, gently, thoroughly, his lips lingering on hers long after. “Let us take our time, melmenya.”

…

When, at last, he lost himself—warm, wet seed flooding her womb—in joy, she promised again to love him for all eternity.