[He keeps the relentless pace, urged on by her moans - drunk on them, intoxicated and wanting more. When her knees start to crumble, he grabs Shrike by the thighs and hefts them into the air, spreading her even wider - half suspended in his grip. Her body turned for an angle that would hit the deepest parts of her, over and over.

The pressure building up in him is burning him up, so close to release that his hips seek hers in ravenous staccato thrusts. His fingers dig into her skin hard enough to mark them. Grunts become gasping groans, aching for a relief that could only be found in the depths of her body.]