Sensuality was easy for Will, the slowness of his initial thrusts for her mental health. He understood how the mind could change directions when reminded of negative experiences. When her movements started to demand more, his hand slid over hers between them pressing her fingers harder against herself. His free hand came up to wrap around the back of her neck lifting her to kiss her.
Heat built inside of him, a searing simmer of desire. He would have kept his pace slow enjoying the vocalized Russian words dripping with her own craving. A mixture of a growl and groan escaped him at the bite of her nails, knowing how to get what she wanted from him. His thrusts became harder and quicker against her. The bounce of her breasts as enticing as the sounds she made and the stings of pain she created with her nails.
Every thrust sent a pulse of magma through his veins. His eyes getting darker with hunger and his own loss of cognitive thought.