Their bodies seeming to mesh, bare beneath the moonlight, his fingers traveled upon Miranda's soft skin wherever he could possible feel. He wanted no part of her untouched. Claude wanted every bit of her to touch every bit of him. Their lips never parted; the very thought never even shadowed his mind. Every desire was for her, and nothing but their imminent consummation of love could even hope to quench his thirst.<br/><br/>As he could feel her own body reacting in the most wondrous of ways to their intimate contact, his primal need guided his actions every bit as much as his emotional longing. Only the slightest of adjustments was required and the tip of his organ was pressing against her entrance, barely sinking inside of her. A shiver wracked Claude's body as even that minuscule penetration was achieved. A hand found itself gently stroking into Miranda's hair as their union was slowly becoming complete.