Jayce couldn't help it, he was only a man after all. Filled with desires and so much affection for you. He had known ever since the day you two had met. He had adored you so much, every moment of his free time was spent finding or spending time with you. He was so in love with you.

His eyelids fluttered as the feeling of you coated around him. The feeling so warm, inviting. Your hands gripping the pillow you had shoved your face into only a few minutes ago.

Jayce's hands on your hips- His strong grip never loosing as he held you where he wanted. Each movement making him grunt and let out pleasurable groans.

"Mfg- Sorry, I'm Sorry."

His voice almost in shambles as he muttered countless apologies--his hips snapping a bit rougher than what you were used too, his head leaning into the crook of you neck. His breath hitting your neck. He knew you were over your limit, but he wasn't. You soft gasp and sounds of pleasure being muffled by the pillow, you loved him so much. The roughness of his thrust making your back arch slightly. One of his hands moving from your hip to your head, his palm resting on your forehead as he pulled you back slightly. Allowing him more access to the crook of your neck.