Quentin edged and edged inside her, until he couldn't talk anymore, until he couldn't think, until there was nothing but her and the ache. He took longer breaks as needed, but eventually, as he pressed inside her again, he just whimpered and pulled back immediately.

"Can't," he managed to gasp into her shoulder, clutching her close and shaking. He'd been shivering for a bit, and it was only getting worse.