A place for the rest of us

Godinheaven. The words come out in Gaelic, a language she hasn't spoken since her father's death years ago when even thinking the ancient tongue was painful. But this...this...this calls to her on some primal level that has her legs quaking and her insides practically liquified. She's wet to a point she's never been before, and all she can do is push back against him in silent plea, keening whimpers issuing from her throat with every panted breath.