Jake gripped her wrists, stretching her arms out like a cross and her back arched upward as his fists held her down. He licked into her mouth, a slow and thorough tasting then whispered, "I will never leave you."
She shivered. A promise without hesitation, without doubt.
He snaked his body in and out of her, his chest grazed against her nipples, the hair of his thighs scratched deliciously along the soft smoothness of her own. She could feel the entire length of him almost leave her then he shoved back in, deeper and higher. Her muscles gripped and pulled, slick and hungry as need built and built and coiled and coiled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her wrists.
"Please," Liz begged.
He freed her wrists. Her arms flung around his neck. Jake gathered her against his body as he sat up, his hands on her hips then he lifted her up and impaled her over and over and over again. Sweat covered their skin, glistened as candlelight danced with them, moved and paced and teased and tormented, their breathing jagged and desperate and gasping. She buried her face into the thick muscles of his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and raw sex, that primal scent that was uniquely him.
Jake gripped the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her head back. "Look at me, baby." His breath jerked as his voice broke. He held her there, their faces inches apart, nothing hidden, open, vulnerable, everything exposed, every truth, every lie, every secret she'd kept, every forgiveness of every mistake in the future, every fantasy that ever fluttered through the darkest depths of her mind reflected there in his eyes.
"Come for me now," he growled and she did.