Merlin

She was never quite sure why she let Merlin get that close. Granted, he was a friend, but she wasn't particularly attracted to him. Regardless, something told her that Merlin would take her the way she'd always thought someone who cared about her would.

She wasn't disappointed in that aspect. He's was passionate and fierce, groping at her thighs as he grinded within her. She was surprised that he lasted as long as he did and even found herself returning his moans from time to time.

It's the first time in a long while that Morgana feels desired and appreciated. With Arthur she had desire, and Gwen offered appreciation, but this new combination is almost enough to fill her.

Lying in the catacombs beneath the candle, lit only by candlelight, Morgana bites his shoulder gently to muffle her cries. This is something she could possibly get used to.

Merlin takes his time, exploring her body with his hands and mouth. Something in him knows that this will not be something that lasts. He's inexperienced, but Morgana is surprised by the intuitive knowledge he seems to have in regards to her body. Maybe Merlin has more secrets than she thinks.

Secretes or not, Merlin's lovemaking is just that. There isn't even a hint of danger or risk. She wants her blood to boil with lust and this is not that experience.