A groan rumbled through him, lips caught by lips and hand kneading into her breast. Galen had had several flings after drinking at a pub, but nothing like this. An instinctive knowledge of her body and likes spindled through his mind from depths he could not try to know. His thrusts became faster as strange thoughts and images unravelled.
A louder groan slipped out his lips. A stab of pain piercing through the back of his head. "Feck." Fingers slipped down to her hip, keeping her there as he flipped them around so she was on top of him.