As irked as she seemed there was obviously pleasure being found in the forceful way he worked her body. She uttered another string of hot French curses, struggled only slightly before her breath became ragged and her body compliant to what he was wanting. Her fingers curled tight around the bedding until her knuckles turned white.
"Mon dieu," she moaned, hips arching against him. Her eyes closed tight then opened wide as cry after cry rolled off her plump lips. The closer she got the louder she became until her cry became his name, husky and needy.