Christ, the look on her face alone is nearly enough to undo him. His breath shakes, quickens; much less gently, he mouths a hot, hungry trail of kisses along the side of her jaw, ending with a nip at her earlobe. The echoes of her pleasure reverberate like the strike of a bell.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers in her ear.

Like this. Open, free, not caring about anything except the two of them. Her composure utterly lost in what Curtis makes her feel.