It takes a bit of maneuvering and a false start or two until she feels she's lined up correctly, her mouth still kissing his.

She sinks onto him, slow, feeling the stretch of him. It's easier this time to take him in, to let thrusts of her hips drive him inside of her inch by inch.

When she's taken all of him, she laughs softly. She pulls back from the kiss, her gaze slightly wicked. The violet isn't entirely gone yet from her eyes, some wildness remains.