Every increase in pace sent her breathing into more erratic gasps and she bit her lip to muffle the sound. She bit down hard, sure she would draw blood before she had any sense of relief. The frantic feeling of approaching her peak was incomprehensible; everything felt fuzzy and oddly clear at the same time. The way his body felt against hers, the feeling of fabric under her fingers, every utterance that left their lips, it was all as noticeable feeling of pleasure.

Febs finally felt her hand settle on his shoulders, curled her fingers in the fabric of his robes, as a jolt shot through her system. She clung to him, feeling her muscles tighten, a sharp exhale the only indication of the climax that shot through her body. She had no way to express the sensation and only had a moment to revel in the feeling; it wasn't like everything stopped after that. She still felt the frenzied, heavy cloud of arousal as she felt her body responding to the let down but only for a moment before it started all over again.