Katherine felt Eward's muscles tense with each movement of his body, and in her extremely limited knowledge of both her own body and of sex she could tell her end was near. Every nerve in her entire body was on fire, sensitive to the touch, and all of them were, indeed, receiving quite their fair share of touches. Her chest was crushed against his when they pulled together, and her hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead, partly in front of her half-closed eyes. Her legs, tangled intimately with Eward's, trembled uncontrollably.
Pressing her body so close to his that she feared they would fuse with the heat, Katherine kissed Eward far more passionately than she had thus far, sure she'd bruise herself with the intensity. Her arms were wrapped firmly around his shoulders, fingernails digging into his back, and were all that held her steady as she came apart in his arms, a quivering mass of limbs, pleasure, and fire. "Eward..." she moaned his name when she reached her end, her cheek pressed to his, the word breathy against his hair.