A mix between a groan and growl tears from him, filling the room and drifting into the hall. He didn't wait until she was firmly settled on his lap before rocking his hips up, thrusting fiercely into her. Paint, water and sweat mixed together, causing the colors to run and smear over his skin.

His arms wrapped around her waist, cradling her against him. His head was pressed to hers, brow to brow as his eyes held hers. Being in her, filled and surrounded by her, it felt peaceful and maddening, both pulling at his mind. While his thrusts were primal and hurried, his kisses were tender and soft, trying to soothe and caress her skin where he marked it before.

His hand danced over her spine, following the length of her back. His breath hitched in his throat, tight in his chest. He wanted to ask her to never leave him again, to not let any argument come between them, but he didn't know how to say it or even how to speak. She had stolen all thought and feeling, save for this.