Dane
Her head tipped back against the wall and she gasped, eyes wide. He knew she was learning that the feeling was new—different, because of the angle and the wall behind her. It took a moment until she could speak.
"I don't… care…" she sighed as he rolled into her again and again. "Dane… I love you…"
He'd braced his elbow against the wall next to her head and tilted to deepen the kiss as he thrust again, swearing to himself, was he never going to gain control around her?
He blinked. Then shuddered and suddenly stopped himself.
She opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" she said, looking at him, worried. "Did you—"
