She could feel his back shiver at her claws. A sudden surge in power and swiftness as the physical gratification charged him. His grasp tightened, just enough to be firm, on her hand. Her own happiness seemed to feed into his, creating a feedback loop that never ended.<br/><br/>Tarrok wanted to give her so much more. Aiko deserved so much more than a burnt out killer. Deserved more than a junkyard heap glued to an engine block. She deserved the world, and giving her this seemed like the least the saiyan could do.<br/><br/>He kept thrusting into her, harder and faster. Both of them were too far gone to slow down, and at this point he was just racing to an inevitable end. Gripping onto her thigh, it gave her body an odd sling, like she was stuck on a hammock. Beads of sweat rolled from his skin, the heat and exertion beginning to tax.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of his head, he wondered. This was about as long as he'd gotten before. Could he keep going even longer, even further? All he wanted right now was to make his lover happy. Happier.