He was, to say the least, very good. Luna looked up to him when given the chance, when she had the strength between breaths and the way her body shit down. Now she curled up against him, feeling as if everything was going to just set off like a bomb. She howled, fisting the sheets. Somewhere she saw the canopy of the bed swaying and the little lights moving to and for with the rhythm the man made within her. Her curl then turned to a press, breasts to his chest as her back arched forward instead of back. They weren't two people anymore. Luna felt entangled with Sean on a deeper level. It was his dream she had invaded, after all.