The kiss was born of passion, all teeth on lips and wresting tongues. She kissed him like it might be the last chance she ever got, like she was scared of forgetting what he tasted like. She whimpered loudly as he entered her, using the leverage she had from her legs being wrapped around his waist to grind down, to get him in deeper.
When they broke the kiss, she was breathing hard. His thumb was on her lower lip, and he was telling her how he was going to fuck her hard. She nodded and arched her neck so that his hand could go around her throat, licking her lower lip as she met his eyes. "I can - you won't hurt me," she murmured, voice pitching higher and groaning as he slammed her against the wall with his hips.