He was as skilled and attentive a love as he was a fighter, he knew the cues of her body and moved to them accordingly. His hips gave her just the right angle, the right depth to push just as she needed it to draw that keening gasp from her.

Her breath went ragged and harsh, short gasps between cries of pleasure and his name. The smooth pace of her movements was lost to the frenetic need to chase the peak of her pleasure. Her hips churned over him each plunge and roll taking him deep as they moved together. Each meeting pushed her closer and closer until that drawn tension inside her snapped.

Her shoulders rolled as a shudder rode down her spine, juddering her hips as she clenched tight down on him. Her orgasm was hot and wet and loud holding nothing back from him, shameless in giving herself to him.

"Please, Erron." Her voice was a shaking needy trembling thing, begging him to not hold back.