When she came, it felt a bit like the world came crashing around her, and, as always, the Veela in her responded to him, her one true mate.
Her body wrapped around his as he came deep inside her, and she was barely aware of anything until she heard his voice.
She looked up, and then down, her eyes on his, quite serious, although her lips were curved up in a contented smile.
"No need to be sorry," she said, as the waves buffeted them a bit in place. "It is what you need. It is what I, what we need, to be together like this. It is not pain as much as pleasure, and it can be healed, non? If it bothered me, I would tell you to stop. And as you might recollect, I asked you never to do that."