He slowly eased out, slamming his hips back into hers, again and again, increasing to a punishing pace. A bead of sweat ran down his temple as his scapulae shifted and he allowed his wings to unfurl. Every slam of his pelvis against her sent a bouncing ripple over her arse cheeks, tossing her curls erratically and shoving her closer to the headboard with each thrust of his hips. If she heard his dark feathers ruffle with each slam of his hips, she gave no indication.