He can't stop even if he wanted to. His breathing grows heavier, shivers of pleasure run down his spine, making it curve so that he can thrust into her even deeper. Their hips grind slowly with every thrust, now, still languid but growing ever more heated. He kisses a trail of wet heat along her neck. His voice is a velvety purring growl, now, soft and lustful. One hand goes up to grasp the headboard.

Words have fled, now, all he can do is feel, his mind falling into a blissful state free of thought that he hadn't know how much he craved until this very moment. It colours those low moans with a hint of desperation, a tiny bit of poignant need.

Exquisite liquid heat pools at the base of his spine and he eagerly lets his every nerve drown in it.