As her hand gripped his hair, he felt the sharp sting of it ripping as his head was pulled back sharply. As her tongue trailed down his neck, he growled deep, before holding her down against the bed with just his bare hands.
Bella's body had never been soft, but there was a swell to her breasts as they bounced with each sharp and intense thrust. He had her bound and at his mercy, yet he felt the ever so slight shift as she arched her body against him - that only concession to her desire that she would admit to.
Their struggles and the sheer match of wits along their slick and abused bodies drove him closer to the edge. His hand came up to the nipple he'd previously been biting, his thumb and forefinger grasping and pinching tight as he felt his own desire begin to overwhelm him. He wanted to hear her scream.