Will let out a low groan, his fingers tightening on the back of her neck as her teeth ripped at the skin on his shoulder. Her wave crashing hard against his cliff edge. Her orgasm sending the molten lava in his pit bursting forward, filling her. Muscles flexed at the sudden release; a ripple of muscle down his back over his buttocks and down to his thighs. Taking deep breaths, his hands still wanted to tear something apart but his lips pressed lightly against her as he pulled out and laid down beside her on the bed. His head swam with the rush of endorphins.
Another deep breath. "Are you trying to put more marks on me than I already have?" He laughed, touching the already tender mark on his shoulder from her amazingly hard bite.
Turning onto his side to face her, he studied her face. So many things had gone wrong in his life, Will had to wonder if he wasn't picking up on something from her. Why had she felt drawn to him in this manner- why either of them felt drawn to each other beyond the exchange of scars with the bare surface of their stories. Would she feel this attraction if she truly knew what he was capable of? What he craved to feel?