Good indeed. That growl he'd given when she'd scratched him was quite possibly the sexiest thing she'd ever heard, and she looked forward to hearing it again under a variety of circumstances.

She could have stopped then, insisted that she needed him inside her rather than finishing him like this. But through her many borrowed memories, she was aware of how different the two experiences could feel, and she wanted to give that to him. To have him fall apart in the most exquisite way because of what she had made him feel. So she continued to speed up and squeeze him just that might tighter, waiting and watching.