Pyrrhus smiled as he watched the look on Savannah's face as he entered her. He wasn't worried about protection- he was destined to die young anyways. Her body, while beautiful, was covered in bruises, which reminded him of how lucky he had been the night before. Careful not to injure her further, he began to buck under her, his grip on her hips firm but not rough, slowly beginning the process that would bring them both to ecstacy.