The pace changes and her breathing hitches; she hooks an ankle around his leg, pulling him closer.

Her wrists are held firm, though the fingers still clench spasmotically. It's not tight enough to hurt; she finds herself hoping for bruises all the same.

She stares back until her eyes drift out of focus and blue is all she can see. Another thrust makes her cry out and she arches to press a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

(Người tình.)