Fine, then. Daemon has considered himself almost excessively patient in this, and if she does not want to take advantage of that kindness, he'll avail her of it. He bears down on her again, teeth on her throat, his hands moving her legs into place, aligning their hips.

"I think I'll ride you first." Though if his wife is so interested in pleasing him, there are other methods to try at later dates. For now, he'll take his pleasure with this little maiden. It's only logical, that he should decide. It only makes sense.

He slides himself inside her, achingly slow. His hand finds the breast he bit, squeezing it, and his eyes drink her in. Again, he's stopped by curiosity. What will she do? How will she react?

With maidens, he loves this moment, and he fully intends to see it in full.