He’d let himself get carried away in the midst of everything, let himself be lost to his lustful ways.  Sure this was a deeply rooted desire that taunted him while he was with her, but she was not a conquest, she was not to be a notch on a bedpost.  She was the first human he’d allowed himself to become close to, judging by the feeling of being inside of her it was pretty long for her too, and here he was making this a game almost.  This was a sacred ritual to which a bond was to be formed, not some competitive game– not on the first time at least, boy he’d play hard ball next time, but now was time for tenderness for care..

Letting his fingers gingerly brush across her cheek, he locks eyes with her, stopping all things for just a moment.  "Dodger… Brooke, no more games.  No more competition for right now.  It is just you and I now.“  He’s not rough in his ways at all, especially when he kisses her once more.  The kiss is not one of the deep seated lust that they had shared before, but something else entirely, an emotion he had not cared to even think about before, and even now he pushed it out of his mind as impossible.

As he’s locked his lips with her, Dan’s hips start to roll and grind against hers while driving the head of his length into her slowly each time.  Taking his time as with most of the night, he’s savoring the feeling, savoring the taste of her lips.  She is a divine creature not some harlot for him to touch and never see again, to him in this moment she is an angel, and it her divinity in this moment is not to be lost on him.  He’d let her have control later if she’d wanted it so desperately, he’d claim it back later, but for now the world melts away, and all else seeks to exist once again, all that remains besides him is her and her beauty.  Daring to move, his hands travel along her body once again before latching onto her hips as leverage for him as he continues to rock and buck his hips against her own, letting him take her over and over gently.