When Ronon felt the pain rush through Max, he paused inside her and reaching up to brush his fingers over her temple as she relaxed. He didn't want to hurt her, so he didn't move again, wanting to let her adjust. She would tell him when she was ready.
Staring down at Max, he smiled as he felt everything from her wash over him. He had always found it hard to connect with someone and share his feeling, but now he couldn't help but let it happen. And it felt...good. Better than good. Wonderful.
He hadn't thought he'd be able to love anyone else after his wife had died, but he knew now that it wasn't true.
When Max started to move inside her, Ronon groaned lowly and urged by her pleading, he started to thrust into her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Tilting his head, he kissed her deeply, slowly speeding up their movements.
After a few minutes, he pulled and grinned at her before rolling them over and letting Max settle on top of him. "Want to look at you this way," he told her. Reaching up, he cup his hand around her breast and started pushing his hips up, driving his cock into her again.