“Can you make it stop?” she panted, nipping and clawing around his face and neck.
“Wha, lass?” he moaned, catching her lips between his teeth and sucking on its firm fullness, laving his tongue along its smoothness.
She moaned hard and pulled away, almost frenzied in her effort to touch him. Nibbling on his collarbone, his flesh broke out in goose bumps.
“The wanting, Ewan,” she murmured. “The needing.”
She bit him and he groaned, balls so tight and hard to his body he was sure the pleasure would kill him.
“I see you. All the time. I want you.” She bit harder, sinking in so hard his skin very nearly broke.
She's a rough one that Red. ;)