She gasped — sharp, ragged, the sound punched out of her lungs like something had physically knocked it loose.
Her eyes flew wide open, locking directly onto his face hovering above hers, close enough that she could feel the slow heat rolling off his skin.
Her hands were still half-clamped over her mouth from the aftershocks of that shattering orgasm, trembling against her lips, wet from her own tears, but they slid away now — slowly, uselessly — as her brain tried to catch up with what her body had already understood.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
The words scraped out breathy and cracked, almost disbelieving, her voice the voice of someone who'd woken from a dream only to find it had teeth and weight and heat and was still very much wrapped around her entire body.
