He silenced her, and in a flash she saw him keeping her from screaming for help while he murdered her, and that pushed her over as well, her body arching beneath him, screaming against that hand at her throat, that hand over her mouth, her orgasm driven by pain and fear and asphyxiation. She shouldn't be aroused by those things, but oh god...

Then he was gone and she gasped again, her mouth and throat free, panting and covered in sweat as well. She blinked up at the ceiling.

"Wow," she murmured.