At the sound of her voice echoing inside his head, Ben let out a wavering groan, one of relief and bewilderment in equal measure. His mind had been littered with voices that were not his own for so long, but never had one of them been so welcome.

Gripping himself in one hand, he sank into her in one long, steady stroke, her body adjusting to him with little resistance. Panting against her cheek, he boosted himself up on one arm, his other hand gripping at her knee, holding her open as he began rolling his hips into her own.

He could sense the thoughts on the surface of her mind, curious and single-minded in her desire, and he smiled warmly. "We'll have to leave this bed eventually."