Ivar has rarely had sex this good. Despite all his fumblings thus far, Gaige seems to know what to do so that the rhythm they've got going isn't lost at all. He can feel the two of them joined together now, their bodies entwined so close together. He clutches at her with something close to desperation, as if he's afraid this is a dream he's going to wake up from soon.

He rolls his hips in a way to keep things going and then listens for a moment to Gaige as she urges him to hurt her.

That's all the encouragement he needs really. He lifts his mouth from her lips over to the side of her neck, biting at the thin skin far too hard to be called a mere hickey. He wants to tear it, taste the blood beneath it. One of his hands is pressed tightly around her waist. He's sure that he's going to leave marks she'll remember him by.