Again, she fell over the edge, and Thomas was willingly dragged over with her. His body shook with the force of his body thrumming with pure desire and pleasure, bucking within her as he spilled himself inside her tight, clenching body. Unable to do more than set his cheek against hers, muttering her name, when she broke the kiss.
Breathing heavily, the former soldier had to take a minute to collect himself back together again, trying to collect scattered brain cells. Those that did not feel absolutely fried. When he did manage to get into a semi conscious mindset again, rather than letting himself fall into the urge to just let his knees go out then and there, Thomas pulled himself away from her. At least so that he could stand on his own two feet and not simply leaning on the counter.
He paused to stroke his hand up over the length of her bare thigh, and then caught sight of the mark from his mouth on her throat.