It was an equal partnership in that regard. Charles was just the crass, strong, ravenous man Anne had never known she needed. He apparently took no issue calling her out in error, or telling her when she was out of line - she needed that, even if she didn't always like it. Henry had been strong, he had protected her...when it suited him. But soon enough he'd lost interest in her as a bedmate. It didn't seem that Charles would follow that same pattern. Their appetites seemed to match in pace in that regard.

Even the sensation of just having him inside her could have driven her to climax again. Feeling him begin a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her over and over again, Anne cried out softly. Sparks of arousal shot through her - tingling heat began to build within her. "God, yes-!" she moaned. Her back arched, pressing herself tighter against him. Her chest was flush against his, and Anne moved to kiss him hard.