She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on as her breathing became more ragged. So she clung, focused on his hand, on him, on the feel of him inside of her. The way his scent surrounded her. His lips so close to hers. The gentle, yet commanding touch.

She kissed him again. Gratitude and longing and something else there. That sense of confusion, but tempered. Softer.

Her arms tightened around him, that much focus too much for her to keep hold. She cried out as her climax ripped through her, with a violent shaking.