"Huh... huh... huh..." Roger's breath grunted out of him with each thrust. Pleasure crashed through him. Riding Adrian was like riding one big huge crashing wave of pleasure.
Shivery warm magic seemed to gather in the air around them, making a hazy glow of love. He was used to it now, so used to the feel of Adrian's magic and his love, surrounding him, lifting him up, letting him ride along.
The torc he wore, the bracelet Adrian wore, their wedding bands, the bed, all seemed to resonate with their love and their magic, and as their power built toward orgasm, there was a feeling of gathered unreleased power.