His thrusts grew rougher, faster, driving her against the railing.
Her legs trembled, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, threatening to snap. "Winn…don't stop."
He groaned, sweat dampening his brow as he buried himself to the hilt, over and over. His rhythm faltered only when her inner walls clamped down around him, her orgasm tearing through her with a sharp cry. Her whole body shook, clinging to the railing as waves of pleasure ripped her apart.
Her release pulled him under. With a final, guttural curse, Winn slammed deep and spilled inside her, his hips grinding against hers as if he could carve his possession into her very soul.
For a long moment, neither moved, both panting, their bodies trembling, bound together by lust.
Finally, Winn kissed her shoulder, softer this time, a contrast to the brutal rhythm he had just unleashed. "Still think I'd make a bad lover?" he murmured against her skin.
