It began with urgency, the kind that left no room for careful touches. Their mouths crashed together, lips bruising, tongues colliding in a battle that was more hunger than tenderness. His hands roamed with no hesitation, sliding over her curves as though mapping out territory he refused to surrender. Every shiver he drew from her only fueled his need, pulling her closer until their bodies molded into one, hot and trembling.
Clothes disappeared in a blur, fabric tugged, buttons snapped, zippers dragged down in frantic motions. Each layer stripped away revealed more heat, more skin flushed with anticipation. Her breath came quick and shallow as his palms explored, thumbs grazing the peaks of her chest, squeezing, circling until she gasped, arching into him. He bit down on the soft skin of her shoulder, not gentle, not careful, leaving a mark that burned.
The bed caught them in a tangle of limbs, sheets twisting beneath their weight. He pressed her down, mouth trailing over her neck, chest, stomach, each kiss wetter, rougher, leaving a path that had her writhing. She spread for him without hesitation, thighs falling open, her body already aching, slick with want. He hovered just long enough to watch her squirm, then slid into her with a force that knocked a cry from her throat.