It wasn't so much rough, because Charlie had known rough with some women (it had been downright violent with Val). With Davia, it was more about the intensity between them. He was never so passionate as he was with her, and that made everything so much more extreme. He had a hunger for her, and it sometimes translated into things getting broken when they made love.
Charlie shivered as her hands slipped inside his shirt, making contact with bare skin. Her hands were the softest he'd ever felt, and they knew him better than anyone on Earth. It reminded him of the first time she'd touched him. Her hand had reached out to take his own, and while her flesh was cool to the touch, the gesture was warm.
The memory caused him to slow down, mostly because it triggered exactly what they'd discussed in that moment. He'd been really depressed at the time, sitting in the beach in the moonlight. Charlie kissed up her neck softly, before pulling back to look into her eyes. "I won't do that to you," he promised. Recently, he had considered doing exactly what her mother had did. He'd sat outside as dawn approached with the desire to stay and let the sun take what was left of his life away. But he couldn't do that to his family, and it would have been cruel to do that to Davia. "I'll always be with you." Even if this part of their relationship didn't last, their friendship was eternal. "I love you," he whispered against her lips, even as his hand unzipped his pants, freeing his length and sliding inside her.