With her underneath him and writhing in perfection, Matt was lost to the haze and demand of need, hips snapping forward with a strength he normally held back. She took him so well, so deeply, so tightly and with the fresh blood running through his veins, he was nothing but invigorated to pay her for her bloody sacrifice to the God of Hunger.

"Cum for me Airy," he commanded with a rough note, one hand sliding up her chest and around her throat, fingertips resting against her jaw as he fucked her with his might, orgasm crawling up his spine.

"Give me everything," he snarled, eyes flashing a tint of red just before he unloads into her clutch, hips sinking to slam against her, stirring deep within her as he filled her up.