He's not the only one whose breath catches when she sinks down onto his cock. If she had the wit to spare, she'd make a quip about being thoroughly speared by the god of the hunt. But she's past that now, running on primal lust, passion, want.

"Yours," she gasps, heart racing. She kisses him, fierce, possessive. "Mine," she growls, violet bleeding into her eyes. He wants her to ride him, fuck him, and she's going to do exactly that. She rises off of him, plunges back down, rolling her hips. She's careful not to hurt him, but she rides him hard, fast, chasing her pleasure.