This was still one of the most amazing sights Jackson had ever seen, that flare that left no doubt as to whether or not she'd climaxed, in case the sounds she made might have. He kept on, relentless, all through her orgasm, to draw it out for her, thinking of the beast they'd killed two nights past in order to hold off what would otherwise have been inevitable. This was just the first, and he had no intention of having to wait until he could rise to the occasion again for the second, even if the lack of readily available alcohol meant that his refractory period had diminished. Thank God for small favors, he supposed.