Maddox glanced down to Eirawen after a moment, a look of sadness finding itself in his eyes. He could tell the look of pain in her eyes was not all physical, and the betrayal he saw cut him like a knife. His libido was often too much. "I'm sorry, Eirawen.. If I'd left this to wait, do you think you would have ever said yes?" he asked softly, pulling out of her a bit, lessening the amount of flesh that was stretched around him.