Prue's hips came off the pad. He held them down firmly, and she choked out a sound loud enough that it echoed off the cave walls, her hand slamming over her own mouth. He smiled against her, then set about absolutely dismantling whatever was left of her composure.

He worked her slowly, learning the sounds she made and repeating what made them louder. Learning the way her thighs tried to close around his shoulders and then thought better of it. Learning the exact rhythm that made her fingers ...