Hardly anyone would have taken him for such a gentle, attentive lover. His bombastic nature and vicious manner of fighting doesn't speak of any kind of tenderness or intimacy. But his large, warm hands caress her skin slowly, knowing just where to touch, and the movement of his hips is confidently designed to stroke over sensitive spots, to fill her with heat and drown her senses in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. As he moves, his full, soft lips press heat against the underside of her jaw before he begins to suck languidly at her skin.

He moans softly, his own skin tingling heatedly, before slowly pulling his lips from her skin to breathe, hot puffs of air against it.

"Ah, god, you... you feel so good...." he whispers slowly, his words slurred with pleasure. "Mmmh... never want to stop..."