Ernest moaned against her lips, too close to her to really notice the tears, but even if he had he would have understood that it wasn't sadness or anger anymore. He felt just as overwhelmed. It was intense and terrifying, but he'd also never felt so loved and secure.
He held her like his life depended on her, groaning in appreciation as she scratched at his skin, the sting of it mixing with the incredible pleasure of her. He hoped she marked him.
Her gasped pleading send wonderful shivers through his whole body, and he continued to fuck her with a sort of determination to make her feel how much he loved her, as if she didn't already know.