It was like nothing Anael had ever felt, and for a moment he felt as if he might slip out of the material world with the force of it. He clung all the tighter to Jack, forcing himself to reel his Grace back in and focus on the physical sensations to anchor himself there. Jack pounding into him, his skin under his hands, the solid strength of him above him. Whatever was pulsing through him was nothing like being in God's presence again, and yet it was the closest Anael had come to it in ages, and there were tears in his eyes when he fluttered them open after the kiss.