Harder. Faster. He was pretty sure now that the bed was bolted down (even when the ship had gone rocking, he'd never thought to check and never noticed otherwise). He was also pretty sure she was going to end up walking funny.
And then there was that whimpered word. How could such a simple thing as his own name be so powerful? But it was and with a final spearing thrust, he came deep inside of her. "Fuck, Zoe," he hissed, using that distract to keep from actually drawing blood with his teeth. That would have just been so wrong.