She was nearly sobbing for release, her eyes clenched shut and his body moving so hard into hers she could barely meet his thrusts. It was all too much and not enough all at once: his mouth, marking, claiming her, his thumb pushing and rubbing her tighter and tighter. The pain was real, and the floor was so hard as he drove into her, and it made her feel alive, woke something dark and violent in her.

Sparks starting to heat and burst through her skin viciously, from excitement and pain and pleasure. And what else could she do to him, when his size and strength dominated her so completely? Her jaw clamped down at his jugular, and another trickle of blood filled her mouth, her legs jerking and moving as she cried out and started to come, hard. Harder than she'd ever made herself come before.