It was better in this way. Less intense, but she could feel everything, him slowly scratching her, inch by inch, as if with each thrust he tried to dig deeper. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. His drowsy and dazed gaze, filled with pleasure, seemed to be studying her. There was still something sad in him that Rose couldn't explain. She didn't say anything but continued to kiss him to dispel any doubts he had about what they were doing.