Whatever semblance of control he might have been clinging to vanished almost instantly. Her body clenched around him, her mouth warm and insistent against his own, and he was powerless to her. Then again, he'd grown quite accustomed to that feeling.

He said her name, though it was almost completely swallowed by a helpless groan, by their mouths still tasting one another. It was only a few more moments before he came, as well, gathering her close and breaking from the kiss to pant desperately against her jaw. And heaven help him, it was every ridiculous cliche he'd ever sneered at, when it came to passion and to love.