Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

Kalika did her best to prolong the inevitable. Her voice was pleading — needing. She inched forward, but Whip forcibly drew her back in from where her gripped her waist. He was no longer in control and he knew he couldn't stop. At least not now. He felt like a passenger; that all conscious thought had simply taken the side seat while the rest of him acted. It had been the same way last time.

That being said, Whip attempted to buy himself some time. He bit his lip. Hard enough to draw blood. But even the pain hadn't been enough to overpower pleasure. Perhaps it bought him a few seconds. Perhaps not. "Kalika, I cant. I cant. I ca—" A strangled cry passed Whip's lips and he was overcome the full force of climax. His knees buckled at the bend and he drove deep one final time before allowing his body to fall limp along her back.