My hands dug into her ass, pulling her close, grinding her against me with every thrust until her spine arched and her nails bit into my skin. I dipped low, mouth finding her neck, sucking, biting, leaving my claim in places only I'd see later.
My lips trailed lower, her collarbone, the top of her breast, the delicate curve where her heartbeat stuttered against my tongue.
"You think I didn't see him touching you?" I growled, voice gravel rough, drunk with fury and lust. "You think I didn't feel it every time his eyes were on you?"
She gasped when I thrust deeper again, my cock throbbing and angry, hitting that spot that made her legs tremble around me. Her walls fluttered like they were trying to milk me already.
I groaned into her chest, biting the underside of her breast, leaving my mark there too. My hands were everywhere, her waist, her ribs, her throat, her hair. I wanted to erase everything that wasn't me.
