She could see in his eyes this was new for him, but she paid it little mind as their bodies began to move and meld together.  She had taken her pleasure so far, mindful of the fact that she should ensure his as well, but it was not until she felt his grip on her thighs she realized just how proactive he would be in this.  In all reality, this was new for her as well.  The other men she had slept with had been voracious and hungry, but their grips had always been a little too gentle when they should have been firm.  His hands were different though, they seemed to fit to her body with such utter perfection, as if they had done this many times before.  She had never really been told about that side of the connection, the ease that came with a mate bond.  She had never really done anything like this, and in the back of her mind, some part of her still scolded her for sleeping with the man she had been "gifted" to on the first night.  That voice was quiet though, barely more than a whisper, drowned out by his scent and the sheer need she felt for him.<br/><br/>"Valko!" She gasped when he suddenly thrust up.  Ylva was able to keep her balance, thanks to the leverage of his tight grip, through the first thrust.  Her back arched and her head lulled back, damp hair whipping against her back as she moved.  It was euphoric and rough in a way she had craved for years.  It was strange to consider, but she almost wanted to thank Antony for being so foolish and sending her here.  What he thought was a punishment had turned out to be the hand of fate.<br/><br/>His subsequent thrust did steal her balance from her.  Ylva fell forward, her hands splaying out upon his chest to catch her.  Her breath mingled with his, her lips just inches from his own.  She gazed down at him, her expression shifting and changing with the sheer rapture that she felt.  Her own belly began to contract and move against him, meeting his hard thrusts with her own.  The nails of her fingers dug downward, leaving little crescent-shaped indents in his chest.  They would heal within days, but the idea of softly marking him as hers sent shivers down her spine.  Crystal-like eyes flashed yellow as she held his gaze with hers, their bodies twisty and arching to meet each other over and over again.  Each time her hips came down, the sensitive nub of her clit ground against him, spurring on further pleasure for her.<br/><br/>Fervent lips devoured his.  Her eyes closed so she could fully taste him and savor the feeling of his mouth on hers, his tongue dancing and parrying with hers.  It did not seem to matter how much she had tried to slow this coupling, whatever force wanted them together, it was much too enticing to ignore.<br/><br/>"Oh gods...You feel--You feel so right inside of me."  She gasped against his lips, forcing the words out between shuttered breaths and moans.  Ylva began to double her efforts, squeezing and releasing her innermost muscles around him with each movement.  She wanted more.  She wanted him to fill her completely, instinct was now driving her desires and it wanted them to be tied by more than just the need to fuck or feel.