All right, so he liked her marking him up as much as she enjoyed doing it. He was hers and it was even better than the wedding band he proudly wore for basically letting world know that not only was he taken, he was happily bloody so and often, thanks.
Cath loved those cries. Which was another reason fucking Mae against the rail was right out. They were far too loud once they got going. And he was no quieter than she was, as he growled loudly at her nails cutting into his shoulder.
Fuck, he'd love to have more time and privacy. But this'd do for now.
She couldn't get his bloody trousers open and down fast enough for him. He shoved them down far enough to loose himself, stiff and fucking throbbing. Good bloody enough.
He grabbed Mae's hips none too gently, using one hand to make certain he was in the proper position before pushing in. A loud groan escaped his throat as he hilted in her completely. Cathair began thrusting, hard, fast and deep, burying his face into her throat.
Fuck, he needed this. Needed her, in every way possible. Buried in her sweet, tight heat was as close as he was ever getting to Heaven. And it was all he needed really. Just her.