Trinity's mind was a haze of sensation and need. Her legs wrapped tightly around Ross's waist, her heels digging into his back as if to urge him on.
Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails raking against his skin in a desperate attempt to ground herself against the overwhelming pleasure.
"Ohhh… Ross…" she gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment before he captured her lips again, silencing her with another fierce, possessive kiss.
Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. She could feel the way her walls tightened around him, gripping him almost involuntarily as if her body never wanted to let him go.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, and she could do nothing but surrender completely to the moment.
