In the final moment of pure ecstasy, when I could feel my body clenching around the length of him deep inside of me, my fingers once again raked down his back . . . but this time hard—very, very hard. I felt the wetness of his blood as I cut through skin, and he gasped in . . . pain? Pleasure? It only intensified the moment for me, and I let out a long cry as I rode out the warm sensation expanding deep within my core. He answered with a deep moan of his own, and clutched my thigh so hard I knew I would bruise as he drove into me a final few times with his own release.
