For a second, at his buck, she feared he might try pulling her off and clung to him harder. However, her fear was unfounded for the next thrust came harder, faster, and had her moaning into his throat.

She drew in more, the heat of her delectably sharp drink further the spread of warmth rising from her loins. His voice was a breath, a repeated call of her name making her giddy and desiring more - but... that would have to be again as her insides squeezed and she felt herself come and gasp against his skin.

But where was the usual dizziness that accompanied?