He slid into her again with a deep thrust that made her entire body jolt. The new angle let him reach deeper, press harder, and he didn't relent. His hips slammed into hers with a punishing rhythm, relentless and hungry. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, raw and unfiltered.
Her cries were high, broken, filled with pleasure. She clawed at the sheets, overwhelmed.
He leaned forward, folding her further beneath him, and kissed her, ravenous, consuming. His mouth devoured hers between thrusts. Each kiss felt like a claim, each motion like dominance made flesh.
When he drew back, his mouth found her ear. He licked the pointed tip slowly, deliberately.
She screamed.
Her back arched, body wracked by waves of pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, nearly sending him over the edge.
But he wasn't done.
He pulled out slowly, then flipped her again.
