Once she lay before him, naked and trembling from the slight chill to the room that never seemed to fade even in the warmer days, he sat up, pulling his own garments off and tossing them to the floor before laying down with her. He propped himself up with one hand as the other dove to the apex of her thighs, smirking as she let out a sharp breath at the sensation, her body jerking. His fingers found her center, and he eagerly slid them into her folds, twisting within her. Each touch evoked a different sound, a different moan.