He moved his hands down quickly to Stop her his. He didn't speak as his focus was on her pleasure, and his own. He held her in place as he pulled back and slammed home, he was building a hard rhythm. He knew she wouldn't break, they could be as rough as they wanted.

A loud groan escaped him as his teeth loosened on her breast, blood rolling free of his mouth down her skin, he refused to drink it. It painted the mound read as he lifted his head and two words feel from his lips. "Fuck, yes." He released her hips with the next thrust, his jagged nails raking up her side hard enough just to make them known.