He doesn't remember coming inside her, before. On the few times he's allowed himself to dwell on those memories, it's struck him as strange that he remembers so much about that night - the pleasure and the way he had been pulled in and lost within it and the horror that had come after - and yet he doesn't remember the moments of his own climax.
Will he remember this later? He has no idea. There is no desire in him to do so. But thought is beyond him. He breathes in hard, rough groans, the movement of his hips stuttering, and with a sound like a wounded animal he releases into her, grateful in that moment for nothing but the fact that his own mind has ceased to function.
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Date: 2013-11-27 04:55 am (UTC)Will he remember this later? He has no idea. There is no desire in him to do so. But thought is beyond him. He breathes in hard, rough groans, the movement of his hips stuttering, and with a sound like a wounded animal he releases into her, grateful in that moment for nothing but the fact that his own mind has ceased to function.