she'd never felt so wild so... alive with passion, unlike he who slipped into quiet thought she rode the waves of pleasure... (and his body for that matter) with a wild eagerness that was so unlike the reserved woman she presented.  was it just his blood?  Or was there something there a freer woman who had been repressed for the sake of othes, a woman, now seemingly free of those restrictions and more then willing to take what he offered?<br/><br/>the tension was building hot and heavy a ball of pure delight inside her sending electrical fire through her Untill she cried out her body seizing as she reached peek inner muscles clamping she she rode the heavy hit of euphoria untill and all but collapsed on his chest panting and grinning a purely female smile of Power.