Ross leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss.
His tongue thrust in time with his cock—deep, demanding, possessive—swallowing every moan and cry she fed him.
The kiss was messy, desperate; saliva slicked their lips, breaths mingling hot and fast.
He didn't slow his hips for a second. If anything, the taste of her surrender only spurred him on, his thrusts growing stronger, more punishing, the bedframe thumping steadily against the wall in a primal beat.
A minute later, he tore his mouth from hers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw before reaching the sensitive column of her throat.
He sucked hard at the pulse point just below her ear, then grazed his teeth over the skin before biting down—not enough to break skin, but firm enough to mark.
Another bite followed lower, then another, each one deliberate and lingering.
