His eyes flickered over her, the black oh his irises obscuring the grey in his eyes. He thrust into her again and her eyelids fluttered. He sighed and began rolling his hips deeply, stretching her, making her feel there was no more room left for his shaft. She watched his face as he watched her, and she slid her hands back to his chest, tracing his scars. She wanted to kiss them, to kiss the pain each of them had caused away.