Dragoncrest Cliffs & Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, (mtr.)

I can be slow, he murmured, finding his way within her and making sure he savored every centimeter. Even after such a long dry spell, he could be slow. He'd been savage with her before, pulling her tight, taking her flesh in his teeth. Now, he barely touched her save for, well, you know.

He kept time with the pulse he felt in her neck--no, half-time, for surely it was going much quicker than he should. Or quarter-time, even. . . Even toward the end, he only went deeper, not faster, and finally lost himself in the shallows, terrified of doing something to harm her or the babies despite her reassurances otherwise.

Verx breathed hard against her neck for a long moment before pulling away, laying on his side. Watching her. Ruminating on how much of an asshole he'd been. Wondering if their kids would take more after her or after him.