A small gasp escaped him as he felt her claws finally draw blood. That was how love making ought to be, his instincts whispered. Every fiber of him wanted to throw caution to the wind at the intimacy of it. Aiko's deep, brown eyes brought him back, made him stay tender. Those eyes were too beautiful, too soulful and trusting right now. Betraying them, now or in the future, seemed disgusting.<br/><br/>Tarrok kissed her back, enraptured by what she could do to him. He felt her walls writhing about his girth and gave another long, rolling push. Easing back, like a tide, before he eased inside again. One hand slipped down to her slender hip, holding it strong. He found himself fall into the tempo of her lips, a lost breath before he went back in.<br/><br/>Finally, he found himself sheathed entirely inside her. It was an experience beyond what he could express, like being wrapped in love until his brain ran over. So many things simply ceased to be. Campaigns on other worlds meant nothing. Failed colonies were forgotten. For the first time in his life, he felt complete.<br/><br/>And he hoped she felt as good as he did.<br/><br/>Tarrok brought a hand to hers, and kissed her deeply. Flicking his tongue in, letting it mingle with hers. Then he let his hips move again.