Natalie instantly stiffened, but knowing she'd fight him, Dominic slipped an arm beneath her and locked it tight around her, pinning her arms against her body. "You tricky fucking bastard," she rasped, struggling against his grip and the sensations. But his grip only tightened as he kept her right where he wanted her and pumped his fingers hard and deep, demanding her orgasm.
"Come. Now." He bit down hard on the back of her shoulder. Dominic could feel Natalie's traitorous body give him what he wanted. An orgasm washed over her and her muscles clutched his fingers as she came with a loud cry. Then in one decisive movement, he raised her leg, tucked it into the crook of his elbow, and drove into her. Oh, she could claim to hate him all she want, but her body was singing a different song.
