At his words, her face blossomed into the brightest smile; perhaps it was the reflection of that full moon hung in the sky above, but she seemed to positively shine with the intensity of her love for the young man she was giving her innocence to.<br/><br/>Then, with a thrust, he took it.<br/><br/>There was a pain, sharp and hot, as he drove into her; it took but a moment for his hips to be sunk entirely between her soft thighs, and her smile broke open into a shocked, gasping cry, eyes wide and fixed upon him as she arched and squirmed instinctively on the grass. Her hands clutched at his bare skin.<br/><br/>He was in her. She could feel him there, a heat and pressure where there had been simply nothing but herself. Heart to heart, they lay, entwined as husband and wife would be, and she felt as if her heart might burst as readily as had her maidenhead, tears pricking in her eyes. It stung to move, and yet she did, lifting to capture his mouth in an impulsive kiss with a muted little sound in her throat.