Kell held her through her shuddering, leaning his weight down against her thighs, grounding her against the soft bed. He knew from experience that the feeling could flip easily from security to something less than good, and he smoothed both hands up the outsides of her thighs, stroking with his thumbs.

Opening his eyes, he looked up at her from between her thighs as she whispered, his lips parted against her, braced for her to use that grip to drag him closer. It wouldn't have been unwelcome -- but he found that the soft bite of her nails and the secure hold did just as much for him, if not more.

This felt like an act of worship, in a way. Delving his tongue inside of her, working it in and out in long, slow slides, building that heat as if they had all the time in the world, and he wanted to devote each and every second he could to doing this.