She didn't know what to fully expect—nor did he—and it was awkward for a moment until Roman's hands touched her—a warm reassurance on her hips—and she held her breath deep in her chest as she moved. The discomfort sharpened but soon dulled, blooming into something luminous as they fully came together, tangled in the sheets. As they found a rhythm between them, one that only they could know. She felt safe with him, skin to skin. She felt full and complete; she felt the wholeness in the dark, this weaving together of vows and body and choice.
"Iris," he whispered when she had nearly reached the end of herself. It was agony; it was bliss.
She could hardly breathe as she gave herself up to them both.
I am his, she thought as he suddenly sat forward to hold her close, their hearts aligned. She felt how he trembled in her arms.