Every breath filled him with need and more want and more passion. He felt like he would and could never stop. He moaned, and keened and he cried out kissing her, pounding into her with those hard thrusts, and growling low. She was his and he was hers and nothing else would satisfy.
Her clutching hands, her kisses, her way of pushing and pressing him, yes, it drove him on. Her desire clinched it though and he hurled his cry to the sky as he felt his pleasure mounting. One hand, gentle yet teasingly strong, lid between them and found her clit. He pinched it and stroked it, and rubbed it as he fucked her, and he knew he would carry her over when he went.