She moves to where he places her, her thighs open and her leg winding low to draw him in that much closer. His hips press flush against hers and she moans, the sound soft in the dark, a renewed rush of warmth coursing through her veins and bringing a pinkness to her skin under his hands.

Her own fingers grasp for his erection to guide him in, pressing forward, and she won't disguise the quiet gasp that leaves her. It's been a long time, for her, and she's overcome as Castle pushes in, fills her, deep and deeper until she can feel every inch of him, and she pauses to relish in it, panting roughly.

Beckett's mouth finds his, and gradually, it gets easier, and finally, she starts to move below, silently letting him know she wants more.