He didn't regret giving her all that power, not one single regret touched his soul. And wouldn't if someone marched in that door and drew down on him and kilt him dead while he was still in her mouth. It would be one damn good death.
One arm curled beneath his head, to raise him up just enough so that he could watch those beautiful lips work on him. Free hand found the top of her head, he didn't push, he didn't do more than settle it there. Bohannon wasn't about to take an ounce of that power away from her. He just had to touch her. To find grounding, so that he wouldn't fly off. Because, by god, the way heat ran through him, and his blood raced through him, he was sure that he would.
And he wasn't a quiet man. He hadn't promised that he would be. Moans, groans, and wild animal grunts, poured from his lips as hers moved on his cock.