Even before she's had a moment to fully come down, he's above her, moving swiftly, moving perfectly. That golden ring flares in her eyes, eating away a little more at the green, and her nails do draw blood as they slowly rake down his arms. Moon's legs tighten around Jason, shifting the angle, and then she tosses her head back with a loud, shuddering cry. Before the crest of one climax is over, the next begins, and the cry turns into something less lyrical and far more feral.