He emphasized his words with steadily increasing possessive thrusts. She didn't care what he said. She could hardly understand words as the intensity of his motions threatened to push her over the edge. If he wanted to declare his desire to murder her when they were finished, she wouldn't have minded just so long as he didn't stop what he was doing. His name was on her lips when she tumbled over, dragging his pleasure along with hers. Neither of them moved from the sofa until they could breathe normally again.