It wasn't long before sitting up felt too far away - before she leaned down to press her forehead against his, the urge to be as close to him as she could be almost something magnetic, irresistible. The two of them together had never felt like it was about just physical need, although--she bit down on her lip, cries stifled as the motions of his fingers got all the rougher against her--although no nerve stim program could have felt like this. It was like comparing a weak light bulb to the heat of a sun.

But it was more than that - watching him beneath her, the way he squirmed under her, how he looked at her... She needed that, needed him, and it wasn't something she'd ever felt about another person before. He had, but that didn't matter - in that moment, he was hers and she was his.

The way her hips moved had turned into a needy, desperate rocking into his fingers, his cock deep and hot inside her, discomfort forgotten. The pressure built inside her and she was so close-

She came hard with a wail, nails of each hand digging into his wrist and leaving long, dark lines from her breast down her ribs before she ended up clutching at Niko with both hands. Her legs shook so hard she was going to come close to slipping off him entirely. It was a long moment before she slumped a little, still shaking, gasping with aftershocks that made her clench around him.