The sentiment practically makes her purr, it's so perfect. Absolute music to her ears. That, compounded with the sensation of him actually driving into her causes Belladonna to buck. She winds herself around him as much as she can, her limbs pulling their bodies tight as they fit against each other. All she can hear his her heartbeat, the sound of his breathing. That heat is the only thing that exists--energy that threatens to burst at any second.

If her mouth tastes of apple her whole body is the orchard, sweet and earthy smelling. She finds the energy to tilt her head, lips brushing against his ear, his cheek. The moment has her in a euphoria that splits her in two: one half wanting him to stay deep inside, the other wanting him to move and join in her again and again and again.

Almost as if she's questioning herself and herself alone, a single word escapes her: "More."