She cried out only once, a short, sharp sound, raw and desperate as he coaxed her so gently over that edge, as much shock as ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in his hair while her other hand balled the sheets tightly at her side and she almost curled in on herself, both shoulders and hips rising slightly off the mattress for an instant as she came. God, how had she survived for so long without this? And how the hell was she supposed to survive without it again?