She is close, so very close, but he is even closer than she is - and even with her power coursing through his body sustaining his drive, even with the logic of this space not quite aligning with reality - and he can't fight back the loss of his control indefinitely.

His words are desperate, his voice fractured by moans of pleasure and cries of delight and he's rambling, but at least he's here.

"Need you. Need you more than I've needed anyone. You see me. Need you--" The last word is choked off as he comes, burying his face in her neck as he shouts in ecstasy, spilling inside her as she desired him to do so earlier. Every nerve ending in his body is smoldering hot, the friction and glide of their sweat-slick skin between them triggering sparks and setting wildfires ablaze across his skin. "You, just need you, with me, please."