Imenry's nails dug painfully into Brennan's shoulders as pleasure and pain mixed, becoming for one, sharp moment indistinguishable from one another. She pressed her face against his throat, her own breaths coming ragged and her muscles tight. Her fingers slid up to tangle in his hair as she turned her head to meet his lips.
Her body ached painfully and yet was on fire at the same time. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her tongue tangled with his. Brennan held her tightly to him and she pressed her chest against his, feeling the beating of his heart beneath his ribs. Where his skin brushed her's she shivered, as if her body was hyper-sensitive to the smallest of touches.
It felt strange, to be so connected to another person, and wonderful at the same time. Still, the pain chased the pleasure like lightning, and then subsided away until it was only on the edge of her awareness; swamped by him, the feeling of his skin the taste of him, the heat of his breath captured against her lips. Her teeth scraped his mouth as her body began to take control of the situation, moving against his in the rhythymn that he set. With each downwards stroke the pleasure built within her body, the little sounds she was making were stifled against his mouth, and when she pulled away to drag in a deep breath, they echoed in the room around them.