I drove into her. She met me. The desk shrieked across the tile another few inches and papers scattered like startled birds and I gave up on being anything other than what she needed, which was hard and deep and relentless and entirely focused on the girl who'd said the word love twice and dared me to acknowledge it.
Her third orgasm built slow. I could feel it climbing through her, a pressure that started somewhere behind her navel and spread outward, and I timed my rhythm to ride it up rather than break it. My own release was close. The resonance between us, the Euphoric Feedback, the taste of her still on my tongue, six weeks of Aurora Fitzgerald deciding I mattered, all of it pulled at the base of my spine with a gravity I couldn't fight much longer.
"Now," Aurora gasped. "Jace, now, I'm—"
I hit the spot inside her that made her vision white out. Sealed my mouth over her breast one last time and pulled hard. Activated Euphoric Feedback at ten.
Aurora came apart.
