She makes a needy sound against his lips, going tight around him for a moment before the relaxes again. Wrath slowly hooks her left leg around his. One hand stays on his face, fingers tenderly stroking, while her right hand begins to wander more, caressing lines down his neck in a slow counterpoint.

Wrath rolls her hips as much as she can to receive him, breathing out muted little pleas as she feels him , so present. It's different, so quiet and slow, another facet of togetherness that she hadn't really imagined before. She whispers his name in his ear, kisses his temple, and melts into him a little bit more with each thrust.