I rock in and out of him, moving so fast that I’m pushing us further up the bed with every thrust. I feel desperate, like I’ve never needed anything so badly in my whole life. I’m pretty sure I never have. I need him. He doesn’t seem to care about my rough handling, his nails digging into the skin of my back as he holds onto me. He nips my lip with his teeth, using his pierced tongue to soothe the sting after. “You’re mine, Whaley,”
