"Move, dammit."

A laugh echoes through him, and his hips start slamming harder, the bed thudding into the wall over and over. Heaving fills the air, and I'm lost once more to the feelings of our bodies. I am his. Whole, absolutely, and completely. And knowing this is utterly intoxicating.

My lips encounter his once more, teeth grinding and pulling at the other person's sensitive skin. His tongue travels in and thrusts just like his cock, claiming him to me in every part of my body. This is all I longed for secretly, and I submit myself to him.

He thrusts harder, deeper. His hands encircle my legs, lifting them...