He definitely felt the speed of it. It was intoxicating. He scraped his teeth lightly over the heady thud, before moving his lips along the pale column of her throat. His body steadily moving with hers, even as his breath picked up and feathered over her skin.
When Finn found the raised flesh of her scar, he paused, and ever so gently traced his tongue over the line. Hoping to replace any bad residuals, with something good. His fingertips painted delicate scenes over her back. Up and down.