It doesn't take her long after that. Eskel's fingers are talented, indeed, to be able to conjure up fire from thin air and her climax from her body so easily. Perhaps she should try to be a little less easy to please, but Éomer sees no point in it. Denying that he brings her pleasure is pointless, and it seems like all it would do would be to mean there would be less pleasure to be had.

The aftershocks last a long while this time, her muscles fluttering around his fingers as she catches her breath, uncurling her fingers from his hair and forcing her thighs to relax from about his ears.