ISAAC

The rhythm HE uses is slow, tentative, measured. But then she GRABS hold of HIS shoulders and pushes against HIM. Both of them groan.

"I want…"

Her pursed nipples rub against HIS chest again.

"Anything you want, baby, I'LL give you." HE'S going to give her everything.

HIS hips snap forward, faster now. Again and again, harder and harder until her cries resound in the room and blend with the gasping sound of their breathing.

HIS rate grows frantic, needy, desperate.

Pumping into her, the soft moans and pants of HIS name upon her lips drive HIM mad.

She's possessing HIM as hard and fast as HE'S possessing her....