Her head tips back, her hands threaded in his hair, clenching and caressing. Her legs tangle with his, and she arches beneath him, trying to get as much skin to skin contact as she can manage. Heat calling out to heat, her soft curves pressed against his hard planes.

She whispers, moaning under her breath, clinging to him, drowning in him. Every breath, she wills him to return to her, wills whatever crazy madness that swirls around him to stay at bay. He is flesh and blood, tendon and bone, and he belongs to her now. She presses her nose against his temple, breathes him in and whispers, "Please."