She hisses, arching her head back into the pillows, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared in a grimace of pleasurepain. This time, the pain is dull and throbbing, but still, not overwhelming. Every inch of her skin is alive and electrified. Every pass of his tongue sends her higher into that halo and every nip is rewarded with a shuddering gasp.

Her knee rises along side his thigh, her hips rising and falling, grinding against him. Her nails drag across his shoulder again, harder this time, wanting to mark him too, wanting him to feel her in his skin.