Those reverberations send a physical shiver down her spine, quite likely the cause of Eirene's chest arching up against his, along with a raw smattering of Greek before she gets herself under enough control to speak in English.

"Gods above and below, Clark..."

Which is likely one of the last coherent things she'll be able to say, his mouth already plundering her nonewithstanding. And there's already a sheen of sweat beading across her flesh, due to her failing attempts to hold back her own strength.

Poor bed.