He willed himself to shrink even just a little bit. But see, that's the problem when two hearts bond in love. Control goes out the window. The heart cannot be manipulated. It owns us, owns our very souls, even our pleasures. Especially those.
"For fuck's sake…" he muttered under his breath.
Winn's muscles flexed as he moved, every line of his body tightening and releasing in perfect rhythm. He picked up speed now, hitting her at an angle that was devastating—one that made Ivy's breath catch and her eyes widen.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders. Her legs trembled around him, instinctively pulling him deeper, her hips rising to match him in a dance older than time itself.
His grunts became louder, heavier, losing their rhythm as he neared the edge. Her touch became even more frantic, her fingers sweeping up his neck, burying into his hair, dragging down his back.
"Winn!" she cried out.
"I can't hold it any longer, babe." Winn confessed. He drove wildly into her.
