[A part of him has to wonder what about this time is even more pleasurable than usual, and that said a a lot. Is it really so different? Even in the times they've been here, which ultimately hasn't been this long. More so, too, the fact that they don't come together like this every single day. However he doesn't really care to debate with the idea.
The sharp pain that comes with the moment his skin breaks soon becomes a chill that overcomes him, then to escape in a sharp inhale. Upon exhaling he bites down on his lip, as if he's still (just barely) taking their location into consideration, but he groans regardless. His hand slips further into her hair, nails dragging over her scalp. This time his head moves in towards hers, almost close enough to bite her at the same time, his forehead to her temple. His other hand moves along her upper thigh and waist, fingers curling in against her all the same.]