Layla supposed that she was a strong woman; she hadn't wept like the women, screamed like them, or been weak. She'd been able to withstand things even when they cut deeply into her heart. She'd been strong and stubborn and she'd done what she was told but all the while she'd not let them break her. She just didn't feel strong. She felt as if she did what she had to do.<br/><br/>Feeling his warmth against her made things easier to tell him, made it all less painful as it came out of her mouth and his hands on her hair, neck, and shoulders calmed her greatly.<br/><br/>A soft smile spread over her face as he spoke of having no doubts that she would delight him.  That smile held as their lips met and she knew that the prince wanted her.  Having just told him everything and with him not yelling at her, but instead encouraging her, she felt a weight lift from her chest.  The lack of pressure made her able to press closer to him, the sheet falling from her body as she continued to kiss him, passion growing in the movements of her lips and tongue.<br/><br/>Trembling hands made their way up his arms and over his shoulders as his kisses made her feel lighter and more dizzy, and so very weak in the knees.  "Mmmmm," she purred softly as her tongue circled around his own, sliding between his lips to begin a deeper sort of dance.  It had been so long since a man had touched her so kindly that she was sure that she would shatter from it, though in a good way.<br/>