Timing was everything, or so someone had once said, and in this particular instance it indeed was. In some of his past exploits, screwing women simply for the cover of a mission or job, he rarely was satisfied before the lady, making things a bit less than desirable. In this instance with Eira though things were completely different. As her muscles clenched and fingers dug in he too screamed out with a grunt and growl, "Grrrrr….yes you feel so good Eira!" Then like a volcano that had lie dormant for centuries he exploded inside of her. His hips thrust with each release, her nails digging helped to accentuate each thrust.<br/><br/>With deep breaths he rolled to her right side and laid his head into her shoulder while he gently kissed her cheek. Such events were not normally this exhausting but this was different, and unlike in the past he had actually put forth some effort, this meant something. His right arm trailed over stomach, fingertips gently gliding across. "I see why you required a more private setting for this moment," his voice was breathy as he still tried to calm down his body that was racked with adrenaline despite his muscles wanting nothing more than to just lie there with her.<br/><br/>Ylrid knew that this this moment couldn't last forever, but he was willing to milk it out as long as she would allow. Things would be different between them now, they had bonded, broken ideologies, and betrayed trust from Lord Bennington. This act, this steamy encounter, would bring ruin to them both, or at least further turmoil, should the wrong person find out about it. One thing Ylrid was good at was keeping a secret, this one would be no different, until of course the time was right.