Not so gently biting her lower lip, he thrusts into her with unreserved lust.  When she says it hurts, a glimmer of intelligence rekindles behind his eye.  “Risa?” he says, slowing down, holding her body in his arms.  He didn’t want to stop, but his other half told him he better, he didn’t want to injure her.  With compassionate, pristine eyes, he once again wanders into hers.  He felt so different right now; it had been a long time since he had last been… happy.