It's all so much, and it had been that much since she kissed him and led them both here. Now, his hips juddering in a rhythm that tightened the closer his own orgasm came, a coiling heat in the core of his body pleading to be relented to. He wanted to, he wanted everything, he wanted every breath she drew and every cry he coaxed out of her with the hungry roll of his hips.

She filled him with fire as her body tightened around him, leaving him bowled over in a haze of wet, tight heat. While he's tempted to slow down and ease her down from that peak the need for her pinging over every inch of his skin like static electricity urges him on, driving into her until the corded muscle of his arm tenses and his hands are sinking greedily into the flesh of her thigh, wanting to leave more than fingerprints behind.

The bite of her nails and the sharp edge of her teeth were more than any mortal could be expected to bear, and as he growled so low it felt almost hot in his chest, every cell in his body set alight he shuddered against him, a strangled groan muffled against her neck.

Overwhelmed, Bill didn't say anything for a long moment before, from the fragrant silky depths of her hair, where he'd nosed his face even as he delicately lowered her back onto her own feet, he spoke.

"Come home with me." Tonight. Tomorrow night. Any night. Every night.