His entire body shuddered with the relief and anticipation. Tight, wet, warm, whole and entrapping. With just a moan of pleasure, something inside of him cracked. It morphed the sound into a wretched sob, wracking his chest and body and turning his attempts to thrust into pathetic motions while his arms came up around her back and held her close. He buried his head into her chest, her breasts and collarbone, as his whole body revolted. Air wouldn't come thickly enough and tears were dropping down his face, surprising him that there was any moisture left after such an ordeal.

His mind was a whirl of indescribable thoughts and emotions, all of them turning against him and stabbing him exactly where it hurt. He had betrayed his Dom, done what he couldn't do with Eli, and he was broken. He had no sight, he had no sense, no touch or ability to inspire and no wonder she was working so hard on keeping him down. He was so worthless, unable to even finish what he had been begging for while his brain and body collapsed around him. There was nothing left but what she saw fair to give him, because surely his Dom would no longer claim him, claim the ashes that he had become where nothing else was left. He held onto her in fear and hope and despair while he could only continue to cry and let the sickness infect his veins.