Galen chuckled, flexing the muscle in his butt as she squeezed. Kissing down her neck, pulling up her tunic until he had to remove her hands from him to get it over her head. Desire pounded in his veins. His length already hard as it was released from the binding of his pants and underwear. Galen's head spun with the intensity of it all. Usually, if girls came back to his place from a pub with him they were both quite drunk, yet they had not had much to drink and still, he felt lightheaded as if he had binged.
Pulling her underwear to the side, his fingers exploring her as his lips sought out the heat in the dips at her neck. More images flashed through his mind, pain following close behind, but he did not want to stop. He needed Nora, to feel her in every manner.