She sighed against him, into his body and into his touch. Hyper-aware of her own needs, she hadn't thought much beyond them until his muttered curse into her neck. Cracking a brief smile, she slowed herself further and settled her free hand over his to nudge it away. Her body would keep responding, sensitive as it was, until she was nothing but a quivering mess. Her legs were still trembling with each clench of inner muscle around him, enough that she'd come away feeling sore indeed.

Breathing heavily, she turned to look at him, his skin pale in the faint moonlight. She couldn't see his eyes from the angle she was in but she was struck by how absolutely candid and unguarded he looked, pressed into her. It took her by surprise, hand closing over his briefly. She pressed her nose in close to his ear and dragged her lips beneath it.

As her hips nearly slowed to a languid crawl, she turned to him with a hand running down his arm. "Your pace," she murmured softly, her voice wavering once. She gave him a smile, one of those overly confident and brash looks that she carried with her into fights, and squeezed his arm.