Once his arms come around her, every thought empties from her mind, and the only things left are sensations: the strength of his grip, the feeling of his mouth on hers, how their bodies slot together. It is both too much and not enough all at once, and Diana is at risk of becoming overwhelmed by it all; now that this spark has been struck, she knows it will not be easy to extinguish, if she wanted to at all.

But he holds her through it, and she's able to ground herself on that alone.

The hand not cradling his head begins to wander, up across his shoulder and then down his back, eventually coming to the hem of his tunic and seeking the warm skin beneath. She draws her thumb across the line of his hip, fingers splayed over his lower back as if to anchor herself further.