When this was over, Tarrok mused, he'd probably need to put something on all those cuts. It would be embarrassing if, after all this, he caught something. Though, as he claws raked over his skin, he wouldn't complain if she added to his collection. While she may not know it, each one was driving him crazy for her.<br/><br/>Actually, maybe it was about time to let her know.<br/><br/>Against her warm body, he could feel himself extend to full mast once again. That need to join his body with hers was so desperate it hurt, like an ache. With one hand to aim himself, he positioned himself against her inviting entrance. Tarrok exhaled, letting himself return to her wonderful depths.<br/><br/>This time, he didn't bother starting slow with her. Both of them were eager to continue in full, and Tarrok obliged. Rolling motions brought their hips together with small claps. Bucking thrusts sent waves through the sheets, knocking the simple frame against the wall. Leisurely, indulgent pushes sent an arc of stirring joy through him.<br/><br/>Aiko had asked him to take her, and he fully intended to deliver. His lips siezed on her trapezius, coming down firm. Maybe it wouldn't last, and her clothes would definitely cover it, but he wanted to leave something. A mark upon her, so neither of them would forget this night.