The slap, the fingers, another bite--it all put Krem out of his head for a moment. All there was Adaline's warm, soft body over top of him and the gentle forgiveness of the bed, the ache in his body.

The world tipped and slanted, narrowed with gray at the edges. He let out a croaked noise, desperate at the edges, as his cunt clenched around her fingers. The swear on his lips was prophetic but too quiet to mean anything; his body spoke more than anything else, all tight and tense for a moment as he clung to the blankets and rode out his orgasm.