Octavia didn't fight it. She exhaled with another shudder, and her eyes closed, leaving her feeling as if she could still see the stars against her eyelids.

Even more of her attention slid down her body. She shifted a little, trying to part her legs a little further.

Felt every touch, every push, every last bit of pressure. Felt her entire perception of herself in the moment begin to condense down to just the sensations he was drawing out of her body. Like giving in to a ritual, taking her over.

Her breathing was getting more ragged by the second.