As usual, the pull at his life force wasn't quite pain and wasn't entirely pleasure, but it amplified everything so it was almost impossible to really tell. It would be and was all too easy to let go of most things resembling thought and any focus that wasn't on Bo's mouth, or her hands, or the fact that she was still wearing clothes, somehow.

He was about to tell her to fix that now when her hand wrapped around his cock and the words turned into an incoherent groan against her mouth.