She arches her neck and pulls at his grip on her arms just to feel it tighten, to make him have to work to keep her down. His fingers are wrapped tight and she can feel the bruises forming and the bite of her nails digging into her own palms. It's exactly what she wanted.

Tipping her hips she does what he tells her to. Fucks him and takes him and gets him just to the right spot on every thrust and it's too much and it's just enough and it's the most clear and alive she's been since...everything. Nothing dulled, nothing blurred, just them. Right up against that edge and then over it until she's coming and clinging and empty of everything except him.