Were his eyes already closed? He can't remember, but they are now, or maybe parts of him are just completely malfunctioning thanks to the barely contained electricity charging up inside him with every subtle twist of her body on his cock. Now he can wrap his arms around her again, but he only tightens a little compared to how hard he wants to crush her against him.

He almost kisses the sound of his name from her lips but he can't breathe enough to follow through, so instead he opens his mouth against her throat and sucks with a hungry sound. God, the taste of her, he feels like he's starving, and he runs the flat of his tongue in a filthy wet lick to the corner of her jaw, growling thickly as his teeth scrape her skin. Yours. Mine. He may not be able to stake his claim as aggressively as his very blood always demands, but the claim is no weaker now than it's ever been.

Clearly Blue remembers exactly how to take him inside her in the right way to drive him slowly out of his head, even without the pent-up need that's made it so difficult to keep his thoughts straight this far. She does this to him without any effort; he's more hers than she is his sometimes, and certainly at times like this. One hand tangles in her hair as he moans just beneath her ear, urging her on, wanting exactly this or more if she'll offer it but please, god, don't stop now.