He could easily enjoy this going on indefinitely — Diana taking the lead in a sense, expressing what she feels and what she wants from him without using a single word. It would be intoxicating except that he's never had a clearer head, focused singularly on what's happening in this room, this bed.

The same of his name on her lips summons all his attention even as it lights a low, intense flame within him. He turns his head, presses his mouth to hers once more and tilts his hips, sliding inside her easily and without another word.