There was no way he could continue through that. Not with the way her whole body tightened, squeezing every inch of him and pulling him in deeper. Not with the noises she made ringing in his ears.

Not when he was already so close.

He gasped at first, feeling the electricity crawling down his spine. And then cried out her name as he emptied himself hard enough to make his back arch. For one wild moment, he wondered if the sheathe could hold it all.

And then, arms still wrapped around her, he slowly slid to the side, unable to keep himself upright. Or do anything more than lay back and breathe and wait for the world to right itself again.

Blessed Elua.