Cathal found his rhythm within Marcie, and she felt so good that Cathal thought he might lose his mind. (But in a very good way.) He couldn't stop kissing her though, wrapping one arm behind her shoulders to keep her close and whispering against her lips how gorgeous she was.
There was nothing frantic about the sex, Cathal moving slow and deep and enjoying the human connection of it so much.
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