She had been wholly unprepared, unable to fathom what the sensation of him sliding in and out of her needing cunt would feel like. The friction was delicious and though there was still pain, something anew was being borne from it. Her small grunts of pain gave way to throaty moans of desire with each thrust he hefted into her. She relished in the feeling of his cock, every inch steadily burying itself into her before pulling away, leaving her hungry for more of him. Gwendolyn forgot it all; the deaths, the plague. There was nothing except for Cameron and her love for him; the love they made together.<br/><br/>She turned her head as he nipped at her neck, his words echoing in her mind and making her all the more eager to please him. “This is all I’ve dreamt about,” she gasped as she arched her back into him, pressing her breasts to his chest. “That you would come home one night, slip into my chambers...” she grabbed at his face and pressed a needing kiss into his lips— all hunger: teeth and tongue. “And take me as your own.” Gwendolyn hooked her leg around him, opening herself up wider for him.<br/><br/>“I’m yours to have, my love. For now, for always.”