She grips him so tight, holds to him like he is the only thing in the universe, because right here, right now, he is exactly that. His touch draws her voice up from deep within, a series of soft cries, twisted up in bliss.

He looks into her eyes, gives her that connection, and she feels it. It sparks through her like lightning and she shatters, her body jerking and quivering, bucking hard against his hand. She cries out again, louder this time, as it takes her and shakes her like a rag doll, until all she can do is cling to him and let him pull her apart piece by glorious piece. And she never once breaks eye contact, not even at the very end.