She chokes out a cry, wanting all of him, wanting to become nothing but sensation with him. They're both already so bruised, he has her nail marks all across his lower back, and it's the closest she's felt to having all of her put together in so many years.

Moving with him shakes loose her thoughts, but she's too enveloped in pleasure to look at them. Sariss talked about clarity; she feels on the verge of finding some when she's with him, and like this, things jostle their way into new places in her mind.