He has her so twisted up, he has no idea. The press of teeth against her throat sends her even higher, her grip tightening on him. It's too much and it's not enough, all in the same breath.

Her temple is pressed to his, and her breath feathers against his ear. Each new touch brings with it a shuddering gasp, and he can feel them through her whole frame, a wild storm of arousal ricocheting around, unable to find a focus, a foundation from which to reach for that next peak.

She's lost in him, utterly lost, clinging on for dear life, a creature of pure sensation and instinct.