He dragged her onto her side, taking her with him as he rolled. It made it easier to hold onto her, more comfortable. He buried his face against her shoulder and whimpered roughly. He wanted to cry, to just sob, and he knew he was safe enough with her to do. But he was too tightly wound to let go of that last little shred of his control.

It took almost 2 whole minutes before that control finally let go. Once that first sob against her neck let loose, he was truly finished.