He didn't often voice some of the more depraved thoughts he had, worried about being looked at differently by her. There were other moments where he wished he could drag her down into the dark with him and keep her there. At the same time he was drawn to her light like a moth to a flame. He had tried to fight against it but found it easier to let it in. Their shadows balanced out within it.

His nails dig into the headboard, leaving marks, as he drives himself into her sweet cunt. He liked the little sounds she made and the way she indulged his nonsense words. Her own just stroked his ego further. She was his and he was hers, darkness and light come together in perfect balance. He never wanted for anyone or anything else again.

"Kriff, you're so good." He gasped against her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling the two of them close enough to kiss. Letting go of the headboard, his hands cradle her face for him to kiss her mouth. They were undoubtedly becoming a sweaty, sticky, mess again. If he could have fucked her in the tub properly he would have.

For now he contented himself to remain in their disheveled state, watching her face and the way her breasts bounced lightly when he fucked her into their bed. He wanted to make good on that joking promise to make her come five times - or more. He wanted to watch it happen each time.