" Holy hell." She dropped her hands onto her forehead and went still beneath him. "Holy, holy, holy hell."
"You're still able to formulate words?" Logan slipped a finger inside her, then another, and began to massage her from the inside out. "No, that's just not good enough. I want to feel so good that you speak in tongues. "

― Kristin Miller , Four Weddings and a Werewolf (Seattle Wolf Pack, #2)