He shifted his grip, sliding one hand beneath her ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh to lift her, angle her just right, then dropped her back down onto him with a slow, torturous fall that made her cry out. The angle dug deeper, pressing against that spot inside her that sparked white-hot pleasure, and suddenly she felt like she was falling apart and being put back together at the same time. The couch creaked faintly beneath them, the soft cushions giving under their weight, the low music in the suite humming in the background.
"Look at me," he ordered, voice raw, head tipping back against the couch so he could watch her fully.
