Ronon thought Max looked like a goddess as she moved on top of him, her hands resting on his chest. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight that came in through the window. He had never been a poet - always a warrior - but it was like she had stepped out of the pages of the books his mother had read when he had been growing up.
Out of those pages and straight into his heart and mind. As she moved over him, their bodies sliding together, it seemed the connection between them grew more and more intense. He knew that she was close, and so he pushed up into her harder, needing to feel her come. And when he heard her tell him, he drove himself up one more time, burying himself deep inside her.
Just then, she spasmed around him, and when she did, everything seemed to crash in around Ronon mentally and physically. He exploded inside her, his cock twitching hard as he choked out her name.
He felt her fall on his chest a few moments later once their bodies began to settle. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. And before she even said the words, he knew what she was going to say.