[Teeth grit the best way to describe the noises she makes slips from moans to almost whining, pleasured and as desperate as her rapidly beating heart. Her nails dig harder and a few draw blood, nothing she intended but also nothing she in this moment notices; her eyes tend to scrunch closed more often than not.
It's rather sudden when her body picks up its pace, hot coils tightening in her core. Her eyes flutter open with a hitched breath and a hard swallow, hips bucking to meet him and his deep driving thrusts. The swell builds and she feels the warm wave ready to crash through her with slight surprise, her legs stiffening over his shoulders.
God, Spike. Did she say that out loud? She can't quite tell.]