(LOCKE)
"No more," Corrine gasps out from under me, her hair fanned out around her head, her naked body littered with bite marks. She's covered in sweat, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her in long, deep strokes. "I—I have to...."
The room is dark, the flickering flames from the fire the only source of light. Her clothes are scattered on the rug next to the fireplace. We had sex there first.
"You can sleep later," I grunt, and she throws her head back after a particularly punishing thrust. "And you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. Sleep in if you want. You're the fucking queen."
"Oh!" she moans as I ravage her breasts with my mouth. "I—I can't. Locke—"
I seize her mouth in a hungry kiss. "I like it better when you scream my name."
My chest is covered with her claw marks. So is my back. I watch her expression twist as she cums, and when she tightens around me, I allow myself to release inside her.
