She thinks there is no place higher to go, and again, he proves her wrong. His mouth fixes on her neck in a gesture that feels like possession, like a glimpse of heaven. She grips him tighter still, the strength of her legs pulling him deep, right where she needs him. Her body writhes in hard pulses, the rhythm of his thrusts telegraphed back to him in the breathless cries on her lips.

She clings to him, held fast by his teeth, helpless to resist the pleasure he's pouring into her and loving every single moment.