God, Robert thinks to himself as he collapses on his side. He knows that Cora can be fierce, but he is unprepared for the fervor with which she pursues their first night back together.

"Again", she whispers and crawls to press fully to his back, one thigh draped over his. Her skin glows in the firelight and he isn't sure he has again in him.

Her lips press to the back of his neck, ignoring his fatigue, and she draws her hands down his chest, nails scraping over his abdomen.

His groan is part pleasure, part pain.

All desire.

Again.