She wanted his bruises and his roughness, his demanding weight with a gasp, her toes curling as his tip pressed against her. She reached down to touch her swollen clit, test her wetness and brush her fingers against him, suddenly still and shaking under him and waiting for him to thrust in with a whimper. "We can figure it out together," she whispered, her voice soft and alluring even thought her clenched teeth, her angry eyes. "You're mine, not hers."