Another night you find yourself in his arms, trying to quiet down your voice because Raphtalia and Filo are sleeping next to you, as well as your slaves. He's not being gentle, he's making you see stars and tear from his pace. He grunts, bitting your neck hard enough to make a hickey.

You moan loudly and he thrusts harder, giving you a french kiss to shut you up.

"We don't need them figuring out," he whispered, going even faster