"Hah!" Neriah gasped and her lashes fluttered as he entered her with fresh need. A need that aimed at possessing and dominating all of her. Again he thrusted deep into her and though it was morning she could not care about the thoughts of others, she let her voice out. How could she hold back the moans of ecstacy that threatened to consume her if she did not let them out?
As he increased his thrust, her trembling legs lifted from the bed and locked around his waist. Her eyes opened and she caught a glimpse of him. His face was strained in pleasure, the veins at his neck were thick and she wished to kiss him there. To suck on his skin.
At that moment, as though he could recognize her desire, he lowered himself, taking her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers on both sides of her head as he pressed his head to her cheek.
