And that rhythm, Rosa realized as she completely failed to control her breath into anything that wasn't deep and shallow and slightly gasping, was bad. Well, no. It was good, but it was bad for Rosa because if they kept at this too much longer, she'd be done for, and there was no way in hell she was going to give Seivarden that satisfaction.

Yet.

So as much as she hated to do it, she moved her hands back to Seivarden's shoulders, gently, reluctantly, pushing her away a little while she pulled back her hips, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted her next move to be. She kind of had trouble thinking beyond anything but make her stop before you explode.