"A strong hand snared one buttock. Fionna emitted a sound of pleasure. Her thighs were open. Damp and waiting. But at the last instant, with another swift move that astounded her, he twisted so that she lay atop him. "Aidan." His name was half-stammer, half-plea. "I'm not sure how to... what to..." Both hands now clamped around her buttocks, he showed her what she needed to know. "There, sweet," he breathed, there's not much to it." One single, gliding move found him planted to the hilt inside her. Her eyes flew wide. "I think there is," she said faintly. And then there was no stopping it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, she churned and thrust, with Aidan gasped and plunged. She buried her head against his throat. He arched his head and exploded inside her. When it was over, Fionna realized she still lay sprawled above him. It had been a heated, hasty- and unquestionably lusty- union."