Navi felt fragile in his arms, breakable, tiny. But she knew that even if he did break her, he'd take care of her afterwards. Then again, to her, coming almost felt like breaking - being torn into hundreds of pieces by pleasure itself.
She felt her neck throbbing where he'd marked her, smiling even as she groaned; she'd have to wear a scarf to work for a while. She didn't care; she liked looking at the marks in the mirror and imagining Alec's perfect mouth making them.
"Alec!" She all but screamed his name, clinging to him, as she came again. Her eyes were shut so tightly there were sparks of color flashing behind the lid, and she could hear the bed rattle as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries and expletives. They were sweating, bodies almost glued together, and she clung to him for dear life, wondering if he'd make her do it again - wondering if she even could.