It wasn't as though he made a practice of sleeping with women as much as they fell for him. He wasn't one to fall in love like this. But the tightness of her body made him groan heavily as he started to build a rhythm with her, their hips meeting harshly with each thrust. It was slow, but he filled her deeply each time, and he knew a few aching minutes of this would make him come. But God, he couldn't wait for that feeling to wash over him. He whispered her name over and over as he sucked her tongue, drew her lip into his mouth and bit and sucked, eventually moving his mouth over her jaw and down to her neck. His face buried in the crook of her neck, teeth nipping as he swirled his tongue over the marks to soothe. This felt so good, so right, and he didn't know how he'd deal if she wasn't his Rose anymore, if she forgot this moment between them.