The combination of getting air and the rougher thrusts threw a switch in her. Suddenly she was all need. Even the intense pain in her wrists couldn't take that away. There were in this together again. It was about him, about what he needed, but they were working together to get that.

She started swearing again, but this time it wasn't at him. Instead it was a litany of intensity. She swore loudly when he pinched the skin on her wrists, then again when he hit a spot deep inside her. To her it sounded like passion and need, but in truth her voice still held that edge of panic and fear.