Dawn relaxed into his arms, whimpering sweetly at how deep he stayed inside her, so hard, so thick. She moaned for him, panting and rubbed herself back against him, trying to breath. "Yours Roarke....Goddess it feels so right, so good, doesn't it?" She could smell the faint scent of roses, the touch of some presence telling her this was needed, that they were needed together and she pressed into him. "Mark me, take me...please" she begged in her husky voice, the one that emeraged only in the midst of coupling. "Do...do you smell roses?"