Every nerve ending felt sensitized. He was almost hyper aware of the breeze blowing across his back, her fingers catching in his hair, a roll of sweat tickling at the edges of where their bodies met, the soft wetness of her tongue, the much hotter clench of her core, as though most of her body heat was centered where they joined.

He wasn't ready for that to end, which was why he slowed further, barely rocking, lightly flexing. He drew back from the kiss to meet her gaze, able to see well enough to make a more searching look worthwhile. He shook his head very slightly with an exhale through nostrils that sounded like disbelief. "This is almost too good," he confessed. It was going to be hard to put a business as usual demeanor back on for her when she came around to the Gallows with her friends. This would now rest with the weight of a shared secret between them.

He dared a harder thrust, his dark focus slipping up and back, lips parting. Another, and his fingers tightened over her back to a press of nails. In slow increments he was unwinding the rest of the way. His body trembled with the last vestiges of his efforts to hold out that much longer.