We won't go into 'who loves who more' contests right now, because that would be tacky, and they have a whole lot of capacity for love. They're angels. That's what they do. Mel lightly rakes her nails down his back, no doubt leaving grazes. It's something she did with shock the first time they had sex, because it hurt; then she found out later a bit of pain made the pleasure more intense for them both.

The second he says her name, Mel relaxes her body. Not that it was horribly tense before, but just for a second she enjoys the sensation of being full and wanted and safe and loved before she lets her passion take over. She arches her back up, undulating her hips, tightening and relaxing muscles that tend to be in good shape when you're eighteen.

Mel rests the cold pearl at the back of his neck and bites her lip when he starts to play with her breasts. 'Ever so romantic. Technically, I'm still wearing clothes--' she wriggles the finger with the ring on it--'Because it came from you. That's devotion.'