She groaned at his words, fingers tightening against his as she kept moving against him. Her breathing was ragged, gasps interspersed with moans as she continued to lose her control, pleasure taking over in the moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, like there was power in her veins again and she didn't even try and fight it anymore.

Her movements, filled with her own need, reached a pitch, thrusting against him with abandon. Finally with a buck of her hips she cried out, body tightening around him as she came, vision whiting out from the pleasure of having him, here, inside her, this crazy moment in time. All she knew was the passion she felt, the connection she had with him in this moment and for the time being... she wasn't alone.