Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

Euphoria rushed through his veins at the first signs of surrender. The level of force he used subsided accordingly, though, like her, never quite all the way. But Catamaran reveled in the feel of her teeth in his skin. It thrilled him, way that they left only impressions of her instead of tearing away pieces of him. He shut his eyes and held her tighter, allowing her just a moment to exact revenge.

He was very aware of her broken leg between them. It was the thing that kept him from taking all that he wanted from her, and the reason he twisted one way instead of the other when he rolled to dump her on her back.

"You are going to hurt yourself," he told her, wondering if she might hear, I am going to hurt you, instead. The idea did not concern him. It did not matter what sort of tension she felt in her body; only that he could feel it, too. "What is your name?" he asked her, his face positioned to accept more of her violent ministrations.