My hips buck violently beneath you, a coiled spring releasing. My teeth find purchase – not your face, but the vulnerable tendon where your shoulder meets your neck. I bite down hard, a sharp, punishing claim. It’s not enough to break skin, but deep enough to bruise, to make you gasp......Wrong....I snarl against your flesh, the vibration harsh. My freed hand snakes up, thumb jamming mercilessly into the pressure point just below your ear.....This is how you settle nothing, slut."

My legs scissor, trying to trap one of yours. My other hand claws at your ribs, seeking purchase, seeking leverage. The intimacy of the struggle is suffocating, the heat radiating off you almost as intense as the fury burning through me.....You want me crawling? Earn it!......I spit the words, my breath hot on the bite mark I left. My eyes blaze into yours, refusing to yield an inch, daring you to push harder. The taste of your skin is salt and defiance on my tongue.

Your teeth sink into my neck—a mirror of my own attack—and it’s the final spark. A choked, guttural moan tears from my bruised lips as your fingers rub relentless circles. My legs, moments ago scissoring to trap you, tremble… then go slack. The hand clawing at your ribs falters, fingers curling weakly into the sheets instead.

Ngh!....I gasp against your shoulder, the word mangled around your invading fingers. My body betrays me, shuddering under your touch, heat coiling low and tight. You vicious little—ah!....The protest dies in another ragged moan as your fingers work. My head thrashes back, exposing the bite mark you left, throat working as I fight for air. Defiance still burns in my eyes, but my body… for this stolen moment, my body is yielding, trembling under the assault of pain and unwelcome, overwhelming sensation.......Just… get off me!.....It’s a snarl, but it lacks its earlier force. My grip on the sheets is white-knuckled. Waiting. Trembling.