His freer hand shifts to her hip, squeezing it for a moment before sliding up her thigh to her knee. Sweeney hooks it and encourages her to curl her leg over his back. There's intimacy there, the joining of their bodies in more than one place, but it also buys him a few more fractions of an inch.

Every muscle starts to tense, and his jaw flexes when he grits his teeth. The cliff in in sight, and he runs towards it with wild abandon, restraint finally yielding to his raw Want. It's a desperate thing, so long chained, and as he chases his climax, it's easy to sense the warrior in him; a primal thing that won't stop until it's claimed victory with a sharp cry.