He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he is going to be sore as hell later today, maybe tomorrow.

He doesn't give a damn though.

He drops his head to her shoulder, his breath harsh in his throat, everything tight and heavy and need, aching grasping need grips him like a fever, unshakable and overwhelming.

And then his world explodes, fire and light and release and this wonderful woman in his arms.