Lesbian Triangles #32

Darkness pinned her wrists to the mattress, harder than anything else would dare. She arched her back, but the bite of his palm didn't ease up. Her breath kept breaking into soft curses, the kind that made his jaw tighten. He pushed inside her, slow, mean, then deeper, dragging every nerve to life. No ceremony left in the room, just need wearing thin. His hand slid up her throat and held there, ownership and warning, the weight of his thumb pressed against her fluttering pulse. Her thighs trembled. Each thrust landed with a brutal, deliberate rhythm. He wanted her hoarse. The sheets twisted under her shoulder blades, caught between heat and friction. Sweat slicked the hollow of her collarbone. When he leaned close, his mouth went to the tender skin beneath her ear and left marks she'd have to lie about in the morning. Not mercy. Not tonight.