That rumble was something she physically felt as well as heard, and it was the start of her undoing. With every caress, the pressure within her built and her responses grew in volume. If his hands hadn't been keeping her in place, she might have wriggled right off the bed, her control over her own body flying right out the window.

Everything he did was perfect, though she was so far gone that even pain might be perceived as pleasure at this point. It didn't take long at all for her to fall into the strongest orgasm of her life, crying out as it washed over her. Her body tensed and then shuddered almost violently with release, and she tugged none too gently at his hair. And that poor pillow; if she'd had his claws, it would have been in shreds.

She was so overcome with pleasure and emotion that the tears slipped out without her notice, sliding down into her hair as she tried to remember how to breathe.