Thierry liked to hear his name. Especially said the way it came out of Min's mouth. An involuntary sound that gave away exactly what her body was feeling at that moment. He also liked the feeling of her nails in his hair and over his back. The pressure that wasn't quite pain and then the tug of her teeth at his ear with the command that he obeyed without needing much more urging. At that moment he only wanted her. He wanted her to moan his name again and to press those nails of hers into his back. It wouldn't be the first time she left scratches, and it was the sort of sting that only seemed to add to the heat of the moment.
The kisses became less frequent as he focused on the every increasing speed. The hand that steadied him grasped the sheets tightly and he felt them strain. A small tearing sound when one finger pushed through and then another. He thrust hard into Min, over and over again, driving them both toward the climax.
Thierry's head dipped down to her neck, his hot breath panting against the skin and watching as her breasts moved. He rasped, "Almost there." And he was. He could feel the climax coming at him like a tsunami and instead of running away from it, he closed his eyes and waited for it to hit him. When it did, he let out a primal growl that rumbled. His body tensed as the ripples of pleasure centered where their bodies connected swept through him.