It was a moment of sweet relief as he lifted her in his arms, using his strength to keep her level so she could wrap her legs around him and let him slip easily inside. He felt the air release from his lungs, the pressure subsiding as her warmth surrounded him. It was only in this moment that he could see he hadn't forgotten this feeling, not truly. Whether there had been a glitch or not, it was hard to mistake the sensation of being fully joined with her, two parts now made into one whole.

He is tender in his kiss, the earlier aggression from before tapering off. Teeth still nibble at her, tugging at her lower lip. He was still a wolf at heart, claiming his mate. While there was more patience than before, his blood still sang at the taste of her on his tongue, well marked and acknowledged as his own.

His hips surge forward, moving at a slow pace to draw it all out. He was still so closed to the edge, pushed there by her earlier attentions to his scars. He held fiercely to his composure, trying to keep it together as he tried to give her some measure of completion.

Fuck the guards. This was where he would spend his day and night, wrapped in her arms.