A gasp left her at that thrust, her mouth open as she panted while she moved back harder against him. He filled her to the point of almost-pain, but she rocked back, not minding the sharp bite at the apex of each stroke. It soothed into pleasure as he withdrew and slid back in, letting her ecstasy build. It fluttered through her like a living thing, and she wanted more. "More," she pleaded, rocking back harder.