As he settled in and over her, Regina let out a low, quiet sigh of rightness, the feeling of something missing being found, something empty being filled. She dropped her head down between her arms, relaxing across the top of her back and through her neck so that her hips took most of the impact of his slow, heavy thrusts.

His mouth at the nape of her neck satisfied something she'd never had a name for and still didn't, but it was akin to the ache for his arms around her when she'd been bad luck cursed and everything went wrong. Not unlike what she'd felt when watching Henry with the Charmings before they'd forgiven her. Now, with him covering her, that ache flared bright and then went out, extinguished, leaving only warmth and certainty in its place.

While the pace was still slow and deliberate, she squeezed around him both welcome and what pleasure she could give him with hands, feet, and mouth all out of play. It should be frustrating, not to be able to touch him, but it only felt good.