She buries her nose in his hair, breathing him in, feeling his pulse, his living body all along her own. Her thighs ache, and that sweet pulse is still echoing along her nerves. Her breath hitches in her chest, and she swallows, pressing her lips to his temple.

Her hands release their white knuckled grip on his back, sliding up to catch his face, drawing it up to her for a kiss so gentle, so soft and full of promise.