Erron felt her change her position and pace, pushing herself to take more of him. the hands on her back moved to her hips and pushed her down on the following roll, which was accompanied by a sharp buck of his hips to drive himself deeper until Skarlet hilted him. She was hot, moist and tight around him and it drew a moan from him, the likes of which only Skarlet had ever heard him make such a sound and that was its own form of intimacy.

His nails dug into her skin as his breath started to hitch and the gleam of sweat began to glisten across his forehead. He looked up at her, eyes cloudy with lust, but still focused enough to see her clearly. She was beautiful...something wild that got his blood burning. One hell of a woman.