There was nothing. Nothing else in the world except him, the crush of his lips against hers, the press of his body against her, the plaster wall cool against her sweat-slicked back, and the heat - Merlin, the heat, growing, burning, beating at her from the inside.
Come for me. He whispered it like a plea, then like a command, shaking even as he continued to move, pushing her further with every thrust. Muriel felt her hand grip him tight again, then the rest of her did, too, thighs clamping around him as hard as they could as she pushed back, back, back against his thrusts.
"I..." she gasped, trying for words and failing. "I..."
But her voice shattered, cracking into a primal cry. Her head flew back and her eyes squeezed closed and everything shattered around her, flying apart and shaking her right down to her toes.