Catherine lay there, chest still heaving, body trembling with aftershocks, trying to remember how to breathe.
'What was that?'
The thought flickered through the haze... distant, almost detached.
She'd touched herself before. Had chased release in the dark, alone. Knew what pleasure could feel like.
Or thought she had.
But that...
That had been something else entirely.
Something that felt like being unmade and remade simultaneously, like every nerve in her body had been set on fire and drowned in ice water and electrocuted all at once.
Catherine's eyes focused on Alex above her, and the hunger that should have been satisfied... should have been sated by the most intense orgasm of her life... roared back with force that made her breath catch.
More.
The need wasn't satisfied.
It was ignited.
Like that first climax had been kindling, and now the real fire blazed... consuming, demanding, refusing to be denied.
Catherine wanted...
Needed...
