Tegan's knees embraced his shoulders, her body curling to meet his, corset jamming into her belly with every thrust. She didn't care. Her mouth was open, cries escalating as he angled toward her front wall, hitting that place every time. Her eyes met his, her voice quieting to a whimper as he bent close. His voice forced a heady shudder, and moan, her passage convulsively tightening, gripping around him. She stared, one moment, before everything flooded her. His mouth swallowed her scream, his hands pulling her further into the arch, lightning waves of sharp pleasure blinding her, his teeth claiming her again.<br/><br/>She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, breathe. She was not her and he was not him. She could feel nothing and everything. She stayed that way, gripping him like that, suspended, with no sign of abating, her fingers white with her grip.