A glance in the mirror showed her Dyson's expression somehow at once soft with love and strong with that oh-so-stubborn look she'd come to know. He wanted her to come again, with him, and he wouldn't let himself go unless she did.

She squeezed his fingers with hers and exhaled, lowered her head so that she could sink into the pleasure. It didn't take long before she trembled at the edge again. If he unleashed himself so he could come, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Even if for some reason she had wanted to.