Savannah would never admit it but he owned her. She belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her and it had been that way for as she could remember. Through all over her fits, all of their fights, even through all of her mistakes... Savannah White had always belonged to Bryant Sawyer. Always.
She moaned loudly as his fingers shoved into her, all the while, muttering insults under her breath. She dragged her lips along his neck, pausing here or there to bite roughly at this tender spot of flesh or the next. Her fingers didn't relinquish their hold on his shoulders. If anything, her nails sunk deeper, breaking the skin as they left long claw marks down his back.
This is how they worked. They'd be violent, almost hateful to one another until they simply couldn't move any more. They'd pass out after that and when they woke up again, they would spend the morning kissing over the bruises they'd left on one another.
It wasn't normal. It was insane, really... but it was them.