There was no fighting it even if she wanted to fight, but the feeling was carrying her away, hard pounding and sweaty skin and a million little shocks all combining to take her higher and higher. Better than any drug, better than any alcohol, and definitely better than crying into her pillow. Voice pitching higher Rachel gasped and moaned and her nails dug into Aidan's skin heedlessly, drawing soft lines over his back as she finally fell, crying out as her orgasm seized her and she let everything go to white with the blessed relief of it.