How it's possible to be so content in the middle of all of this, Grace doesn't know, but she's sure she is. Being with him like this, not worrying about what comes next or when she'll leave or how hard his fingers press against her skin and the marks she'll probably find there later, nothing in the world but the way he moves inside her, it's nothing short of bliss. "Oh, fuck," she moans, nails digging into his back, and she knows she doesn't have much longer, but she doesn't care.