" Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav’s body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav’s groan against Mackey’s shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey’s ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears. "

― Amy Lane , Beneath the Stain (Beneath the Stain, #1)