Rebecca could feel the life and strength ebbing from her, but she found herself powerless to do anything against it. She was drifting somewhere between exstacy and death, her breath shallowing and her heart slowing to an erratic beat. Her skin paled and she felt cold, the heat of passion being pulled into his mouth. She could do little more now than mewl and pant, her strength nearly gone and what was left went into feeling him upon her.