If he could have a recording of her saying his name like that, he'd carry it around with him all day, play it whenever he felt a little down on himself. There was a need in her voice that struck him right at his core, thrilled him in a way that defied words; while not one for much romance, he knew with a certainty that surprised him that this was right. His forearms framed her head as he braced himself against the mattress. His breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Struck with the sudden desire to see her face, he pulled his head back, slightly, looking to meet her eyes, his own dark with want, half-lidded.