Another reason he was grateful to be standing was that he was better able to watch her than he would have managed lying down. It was an incredible sight in moonlight, her dark hair in such sharp contrast to her skin as well as his, the glitter of her eyes every time she looked at him.

When she pulled back, he shifted his stance enough to give the mast more of his weight in a lean. He rocked up into her grip, several hard thrusts while bracing himself with his hands. He slowed for the smile and couldn't help but return it, giving an appreciative hum for the teasing lick. He shook his head slightly, part of him still in disbelief this was happening at all.

He took only enough care not to choke her in that final quicker pace, giving what she seemed to be asking of him, to let go and enjoy. He watched her until he had to close his eyes again, jolts of pleasure shooting through him until it crested and broke. He cried out, legs trembling but holding while several hard pulses rocked him. "Hawke..." he gasped, his voice ragged.