Her blunt nails bite into the skin of his shoulders, barely deep enough to leave a mark, but enough to telegraph her rising need. Tighter and tighter, she twists, feeling his pace quicken, feeling the sweet tension draw her out to a single point of sensation.

Grey eyes search out his bright blue gaze, her lips parted, her breath hitching with each hard stroke. A hard shudder takes her and she keens under her breath, rocking up to meet him with all her strength, never breaking his gaze.