[ Chest heaving, her hand blindly grope to find William's knees -- any part of him to hold onto, really. She's biting at her lip again, fighting the urge to call out, but her resolution is drawing thin-- it's all too much.
Feeling herself begin to teeter along that edge, she begins to slip - a louder whimper, a free moan, a calling cry - until she's entirely lost herself and ready to spill over. ]
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Feeling herself begin to teeter along that edge, she begins to slip - a louder whimper, a free moan, a calling cry - until she's entirely lost herself and ready to spill over. ]