As it was, Anna was perfectly content to drown in the emotions James was stirring inside her. Emotions that only intensified when he adjusted his position and she felt the fullness of him against her. It sent a wave of heat through her and had her wrapping her legs around him to pull him ever closer. The unexpected action had James grunting against her lips, and had him silently repeating a mantra in his head to keep hold of his own emotions. This was all about Anya. And he was not going to let his hormones take over and rush things. Not their first time. He wanted to be fully aware of every moment of it, to remember it all, which meant fighting against the cloudy haze that was threatening to settle in as his pulse reached an all-time high.

Slowly, James moved to pull the last piece of clothing from Anya before pushing off his own underwear. His heart thudded in his chest when Anya lay full exposed in front of him. She seemed all the more delicate and vulnerable now, and the fear of hurting her struck him once more. As if she sensed that, Anya tugged him back down to her by his hands, causing him to fall back into their original position where she met him with a soft, reassuring kiss.

"I want you to tell me if this ever becomes too much for you. I won't hesitate to stop." James whispered, his gaze serious as it met hers.

"I trust you," Anna murmured back, pressing her lips against his once more. "I want this. I want you." She reassured him when he still seemed hesitant.

With a steadying breath, James focused on controlling his own emotions as he trailed his fingers down the side of Anya's face. Her words, uttered with such assurance and certainty, had his control wavering. There were no words to describe how much he wanted her. Not just her body, but her mind, heart, and soul. He wanted all of her, however selfish it might be. She was one of the few good things he had in this life. And he didn't want to screw that up.

Part of that meant not hurting her. He knew she wouldn't be ready to take him fully. Even with this not being her first time. Cautiously, he moved his hand down until his fingers rested at her core, kissing her cheek lightly just before he slipped a finger in. The movement had Anya inhaling a small huff of air. He didn't move a muscle until Anya's small fingers curled around his shoulder and her eyes met his. Her small smile reassured him that this was okay, giving him permission to continue. Which he did.

It was incredibly sensual, watching her small reactions to his touch. Her reactions only grew when he slid in another finger and it made it even harder to stay in control. Emotions were swirling inside him, and he couldn't imagine how he was going to hold onto them all when he was finally inside her. It was hard enough for him now, feeling her walls clenching around his fingers. Unable to resist, James pressed gentle kisses along Anya's jaw, lingering when he reached her lips. Anya's hands reached up to his hair at that point, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss.

"James," Anna finally whispered sounding slightly breathless. "Please. I..I want you." Not that the feeling of his fingers inside her wasn't incredibly pleasurable. She just needed more. She wanted him closer. She was ready.

James answered her with a kiss, shifting his position so that he was once again hovering over her. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved closer, but was forced to close them when the sensation of entering her became too much. He was surrounded by her, and it felt amazing. When he heard Anya release a low whimper he froze, his eyes flying open, only to find it was in pleasure not in pain. The realization had a smile touching his lips at the knowledge that he felt good to her.

Anna couldn't help emitting an embarrassing whimper once James was fully inside her. He was larger than she had anticipated, and his warmth pressing against her walls had felt too good for her to remain silent. They remained like that, him unmoving inside her, for a couple minutes before she finally reopened her eyes. When she did, it was to find him staring back at her, a happy twinkle in his eyes. His jaw was tensed, which didn't make sense until Anna realized he must be holding back. Waiting for her to give him a sign that it was okay to move forward. It had her arms moving up to grip his shoulders in order to stabilize herself before rocking her body, pulling back slightly before pressing her lower half closer until their hips met.

Anya's movement took James momentarily by surprise, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. Somehow she had been able to deduce his hesitance to take things further without her go ahead, and had given her consent physically instead of verbally. That consent had him rocking inside her, keeping his rate steady and controlled as he gripped her sides loosely. He was still afraid of taking things too fast, but it was getting harder to keep the slow pace. Anya's whimpers had graduated to soft moans with every movement he made.

In an attempt to exert some of his pent up tension, James ran his hands smoothly over her body, concentrating on his pace as well as her body beneath him. It ended up backfiring on him, as her own hands began exploring the muscles of his back, her nails lightly grazing his skin and causing him to let out a small moan of his own. When her hands splayed across his back, trying to push him down to her, James obliged, bringing his lips down against hers. It was a rougher kiss than he intended, due to the tense emotions that had been building up. When he broke away from her lips, he let his head sag to her shoulder, his breaths coming a little ragged. Holding back was getting harder with every second.

"It's okay James. You don't have to be so gentle with me." Anya whispered in his ear before kissing it gently. When he didn't respond in any way, physically or verbally, Anya's hips gave a little thrust against him. It had his fists clenching the blankets on either side of her as he held back against his instincts. A moment later, Anya thrust against him once more, and that time he couldn't hold back. She was going to be the death of him.

After a short, soft kiss, James rose back up on his forearms and adjusted his angle before increasing his speed slightly, still afraid of going all out just yet. Anya's hands found their way to his back again as her head lulled back in pleasure, exposing her neck. The temptation was too much, as he reached down to press his lips against the soft skin of her neck, feeling her pulse beating rapidly beneath his lips. It had his own pulse racing faster in response.

Anna was surrounded by a heavy haze of pleasure as James finally increased the pace. A haze that only increased when she felt his lips against her neck, awakening even more sensations inside her. Uncontrollably, she let out an embarrassingly loud moan at his ministrations, tightening her grip on his skin. His metal hand moved to trace along her side, making her shiver against the cool sensation that sent a new wave of pleasure through her. Much to her delight, her reaction seemed to push James even further as he began moving deeper inside her. She could feel herself clenching as the tight ball of hot desire grew warmer inside her. She barely registered James nipping lightly at her shoulder, the haze drawing her under until her emotions burst, her body shaking with waves pleasure that were stronger than anything she'd ever experienced before. And for a moment she became completely unaware of her surroundings.

James was at the tipping point of his control, on the edge of pushing forward. It was seeing the pleasure on Anya's face, as well as her deep moan and her tightening grip that did him in. Adjusting his grip on her he pushed deeper than before, still keeping the same speed and hoping it wasn't pushing too far for Anya's comfort. She just felt so amazing, it was impossible to resist. In fact, it had him wanting to push even harder. Instead he leaned down to press a kiss against her shoulder, grazing it lightly with his teeth before kissing it once more. He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming more ragged, signs that she was getting closer to the edge. Keeping pace, he reached down to place another kiss against the crook of her neck, trying to ease her over that invisible line.

Her release came with her moaning his name loudly as her fingers clenched tightly against his back before slacking when the energy left her body. His heart sped up at the sound of her moaning his name like that, and had him gently kissing her lips before he went to remove himself from her. He had managed this far without hurting her, but at her release he had lost his grip on his control. Hanging on by a thread, he didn't want to push his luck. To his surprise, when he tried to move back, Anya's legs rose to wrap around him.

In her hazy, post-orgasm state, Anna barely registered James moving away. And it took all of her energy to move her legs up to stop him. She wasn't ready for him to leave her yet. Besides, he hadn't gotten his release. Anna wanted him to experience what she just had, even if she wasn't good enough to make him feel it to the intensity she had. She knew he was afraid of hurting her. But nothing he had done so far had hurt her. The opposite actually. Every move he'd made had elicited nothing but pleasure. So, when her legs managed to keep him from leaving her, she gathered more energy to move her hips against his once more.

With his control stretched as thin as it was, Anya's small movement had him losing what little control he had retained. With one swift movement, he was once again fully inside her, testing her limits as he set up a new rhythm. Anya's whimpers grew to moans as she began meeting his movements with her own. It increased the pleasure inside him, and his head began to feel fuzzy with it. As the haziness increased, he moved his mechanical hand to the headboard, not trusting it to hold Anya. Tracing her side with his right hand, he felt his pace increasing subconsciously as he sensed himself drawing closer to his release. It was when he felt Anya's walls clenching tightly around him once more, her voice crying out in satisfaction, that he felt himself being pushed over the edge as well. His voice rose with hers, sounding guttural to his own ears as his grip tightened and an intense pleasure rolled over him. Through the hum in his ears, James heard the cracking of wood that he'd later find was the headboard. In that moment, he was too disoriented to be aware of anything more than Anya as he sank down beside her on the bed. Pulling her body against him, he pressed a long kiss against her forehead before he let his body relax.

They fell asleep like that, their legs tangled, Anya's head tucked into James' shoulder and his chin resting against the top of her head.

A/N okay so instead of writing more of the first chapter of Relentless, I wrote this. I was feeling inspired to write this by those who reviewed asking for it. Also, writing the first chapter of Relentless is harder than I thought as I hate it when James and Anya are separated. So I wrote this little rendition to help curb my sadness of writing scenes of them apart. Hope you enjoyed it! And that it was satisfying enough. I tried to make it detailed without going too…smutty, crass? I'm not sure what word I'm looking for. Hopefully I succeeded in bringing some class to a romantic scene. Let me know your thoughts!

Rach

xoxo