Her breath left her in a rush and Wanda found herself wondering if it would ever return as she clutched at him. She'd been right before, she couldn't do this, it was too much, too overwhelming. It didn't matter how much she told herself that it was just sex, the basic mechanisms remained the same. It didn't matter how much her body responded to how amazing it felt, pushing wantonly up against his hips as they came to rest against hers. The sensation of having him inside her, filling her, was just too much to overcome, too foreign, how could she ever be expected to be alright with it?

The high, breathless entreaty for more that slipped past her lips didn't seem to agree with her assessment, though.