She's close, already, so close; it's been building up inside her since the moment his hands pressed deep into her overworked muscles, since she pushed her lips to his, hot and insistent, since she became absolutely certain that nothing could take this away from her, from them.

"Castle - oh, God," she moans, her hands clutching at his shoulders, fingertips digging in, her body wracked with the force of her climax, and she can't even breathe, she's coming so hard, eyes screwed shut, lips parted, back arched and rigid, before she collapses back against rumpled sheets and scattered pillows.