He had already guessed (already known?) her answer. But it still made him smile to hear it.

He leaned away, but only a little, only the smallest space between them, and rolled his hips against hers. One more kiss, long and lasting and deep (he was both surprised and not that she would let him kiss here: there were those who would not, regardless of what other acts transpired between them), and he pushed against her and into her.

The room was cold, this stone altar was cold, even he was cold, but she was warm--so very warm--inside.