"That one," he answered, his breath already going ragged. "I brought a world to its knees under that name. What did Rory Fletcher ever do besides trouble you?"

He could give her more--and happily so. He rolled his hips against her again, move inside here and against her. No moans from him, only his breath coming harder and faster (who would have thought monsters would breathe like that? but they always do, don't they? panting in the dark just beyond or seething under the bed.).