The force of holding onto him, of contracting around him and entangling him held her head tilted forward rather than back, and her lips were a steady stream of moans, with his name and Italian words thrown in. Her hips closed tight around him, as she felt Marek...inside her, and her body shaking, mind melting down, left her limited to only them, together. Their names sounded as sweet as music to her, and Felixa kissed him back as much as she could around the moaning, that became muffled against his mouth.
Her head still pounded, but her body slumped, between him and the tree. Her legs only stayed where they were because they were locked in a way that was difficult to undo and thus stayed. Her head rested against his, and her hands held onto him much looser, hanging except for their unwillingness to let Marek go. And her breathing was still loud, but slowly Felixa opened her eyes.