She clings to him, and he feels the barest hint of cold fire burning in her skin. He draws her out of herself, drowns her in pleasure, and she forgets to hold the glamour so rigidly. He can feel the essence of her power, like the crackle of ozone in the air that means a storm is coming.

He makes love to her and she to him, and in that space, that glorious moment, she can just be herself with him.

His lips pull lines of sweet aching tension through her whole body and she trembles, burying her face in his throat, stifling her cries against his skin.