Gideon touches her more purposefully, her fingers sliding through the slickness of her cunt and over her clit; Harrow's only glad, thankful to everything she's ever believed in, that the surprise only shows itself in her cavalier's face. To have it mentioned, given voice and purpose, would be a humiliation too great to bear. Instead, there's only the touch and the sound of their breathing, the soft shift of Harrow's body against the sheets as her hips twist.

It's too much, and everything, and Harrow's humiliated by how badly she wants more.