Her chuckle melted into a slow, teasing smile as she braced her hands against his chest. For a moment she just held his gaze. Then she began to move, slowly at first, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made him groan low in his throat.
Her golden hair fell around her as she rode him. His hands gripped her waist, but he let her lead, watching her with a hunger that burned hotter with every stroke.
His grip tightened on her hips as she moved, driving him mad with the pace. A growl rumbled from his chest, but she only laughed softly, leaning back so the moonlight spilled over her flushed skin.
"You're enjoying tormenting me," he whispered.
"Maybe," she teased, rolling her hips again, watching his jaw clench. "Maybe I like seeing the mighty Thornak lose control."
That earned her a sharp thrust upward that stole her breath. She cried out, nails digging into his chest.
