The pleasure within her exploded. The contraction started deep in her belly, a great, pulsing wave of release that clamped down on his shaft like a ring of hot iron, her walls twitching over and over in a long, frantic spasm that drew another roar from his chest.
The feel of her spilling around him was the end of his command. Soren gave three more blind, heavy thrusts, his hips driving hilt-deep into her twitching heat, his eyes rolling back as his own release hit him like a blow from a war-hammer.
He came inside her with a violent, white-hot rush, his seed pouring into her depths in great, thick pulses that seemed to go on until his ribs ached from the hollow emptiness of it.
He collapsed against her breast, his chest heaving, his heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird while they both lay drowned in the sweat and the smell of the elder-paste.
But they didn't separate.
