There was a stuttered inward breath at that, both at Cass' petting and the jolt of Soren's hips, fingers curling against the blonde's shoulders more tightly a moment, nails digging against skin until she managed to get ahold of herself once more with another quiet, half-groaned: "Oh. Oh yes."
She had to close her eyes then, just for a moment, and a moment more, long enough to settle into a comfortable rolling rhythm, fingertips soothing over the marks her nails had left.