His tongue tangled with mine, hot and demanding, as his hips drove forward again, burying his thick cock to the hilt in my dripping pussy. The stretch was exquisite, every vein dragging against my walls, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. 

I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his sweat-slicked back, feeling the ripple of muscles under dark skin that made my pale body feel so claimed, so utterly his in this hidden hospital corner. The risk gnawed at me—voices echoed faintly down the hall, footsteps maybe, but the fear only sharpened the lust, making my clit pulse harder against his pounding shaft.

'Fuck, Jane, you're...