Little tremors were racing through Krem's body with each wave of sensation, each slap and pinch, the whole wash of warmth from Adaline's body. Krem gripped at the blanket above his head, eyes pressed shut as he breathed through clenched teeth and the swarm of foggy feeling in his body.

The warm press of Adaline's lips against his feverish skin was almost, just by itself, too much. Krem whimpered for a moment, arching his hips gently. And then, just a moment after, was her teeth, and he let out a noise that was only just contained enough to not be called a wail.

It wasn't the end, but he was so close he could almost touch it. "Almost...Maker, please..."