The bite to her shoulder brought her over the edge, taken to orgasm by how he could be so rough and so gentle at the same time. She hoped nobody would hear her startled cry, her gasps for breath. She didn't want to be interrupted - they still had to actually shower.
Breathing hard, she stroked his hair as he came down from his own orgasm, grinning and shaking her head. Her hands ghosted over the bruise on his side, and she kissed his jaw. "Better not have broken a rib," she murmured, voice still husky.