Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can feel the blood pumping through her veins and for the first time in far too long she feels warm. Hot to the touch. Like he's fucked every last trace of ice from her body and there isn't even the ache of thawing. It's just them, and their skin, and her flesh in his hands and the sound of her harsh breathing and skin against skin. All the things he's saying wrapping themselves around her like he's tying her to this place and to him with words. She chooses to believe that he can.

She grabs his hands and tries to get him to hold her wrists. She wants him to hold her there. "Yours. Hold me down, John. Keep me here." And the harder he fucks her the more she can't keep quiet. Pants, and grunts, and harsh breath against his neck where she presses her lips against his skin and nips at the line of his jaw.