His eyes fluttered as her nails dug in. That was going to leave marks. He'd have to keep his shirt on the next couple of days, just to keep the ribbing to a minimum. With her leg around his hip, he was able to press deeper, harder, inside her.

The growl in his throat deepened as his fingers curled tighter in her hair. He used her hair to steer her hair, forcing her to accept a rougher kiss. He had her trapped under her, she couldn't stop him now if she wanted to. Not that any part of him thought that was even a possibility.