I gave her faster.
The bed creaked under us, and I made a mental note to have words with whoever had built it. Sweat slicked my back. Luna's glow pulsed in time with us, throwing moving shadows up the walls, and the bond between us had stopped being a string and become a current. I couldn't tell any more where her pleasure ended and mine began. It came to me as heat and arrived back at her doubled, and she felt it and gasped my name like an accusation.
I slid a hand between us and found her again with my thumb, rubbing small, steady circles. Her eyes flew open.
"Arthur—I'm—again—"
"I've got you," I said against her ear. "Let go."
