Lane was all but certain she would have drawn him out by now.  Drained him dry, but centuries of life must have also taught him control and patience...At least with some things.  His peak might have signaled that she would get a moment's breath, to recover, to regain some of the stamina that each climax pulled from her.  This was what he had said would happen, though, and so far he had not lied.  Not when he predicted the future like this.<br/><br/>She wondered if that was some kind of ability he had or just that he was so completely determined that when he focused on something, it happened.  It felt like the way he made love to her now was a parallel for how he had swept into her life, that everything just cascaded and pushed forward to an eventual end that would leave her quivering, sore, but also satisfied.<br/><br/>She gasped as he parted her thighs, somehow surprised by the sudden strong motion.  "James...I--"  Even if she could have forced the words out, she feared they would be nothing more than a muddled jumble of sounds, non-sensical and strange.  Before she could really try, his mouth locked around the sensitive cluster of nerves his fingers had just been performing on, and it took all words from her mouth.  Lane bit her lip, her hand slid down her stomach and into his hair, tracing his scalp until she again felt the pressure of his tongue.  Her fingers curled in his hair, grasping for purchase, wanting both to pull him away and push him deeper.  It was a perfect metaphor for her feelings for him.  She wanted to drown in him, but feared she would lose herself in his fire, as so many women seemed to have done before her.  As Adella herself had done.  Though James was not fully at fault her ancestor's descent, he seemed almost to be a catalyst, a chemical that when added caused a reaction that was both amazing and unpredictable.<br/><br/>Lane's back arched against the machinations of his tongue.  Once the motion was paired with his clever fingers, she stood no chance in resisting.  The feelings and pleasure just built and built, until they reached a full crescendo and she came, nearly screaming, on his tongue.  This time her body felt the exhaustion as well.  Her thighs quivered and spasmed with the force of the orgasm, and even as it began to subside, she continued to quake.  Now she truly did wish to push him back, not to turn him away, just as a reflex.  Her senses were alight and too overwhelmed, the bundle of nerves between her lips ached and wished for a moment to rest and calm.  It was not unlike the power she had just felt course through her many moments before, but it was a different kind of power completely.<br/><br/>"James...Please...Please...."  She breathed out, the moans he had pulled from her still upon her lips.  She was not sure what she begged for.  A respite?  His own climax?  Forgiveness for what was to come for them?