He was usually not this brutal. It took her driving him to utter frothing insanity for him to fuck her like this. And then, yes, gentler. At least with the fucking. The foreplay could get a little rougher, but the fucking was not usually like this.
If it made her feel better, that last little bit as he hung on the edge of the cliff had been painful. As for her goading him on, that had just made him need it more.
Cath wouldn't have been offended even if he had felt the change in intensity. He braced his hands against the wall, wincing as he came down from that euphoric high and was hit with a wave of fatigue and vertigo. He needed to sit down right the hell now.
Making certain Mae's feet were back on the floor before he let go and stepped back, Cathair half stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed. He dropped his head, taking a few deep breaths to try and stop the dizziness at least.
"I love you," he told her as he pulled himself together and looked up at her. Since he'd rather forgotten to say with his body's sudden rebellion for how he'd been treating it the last few days.