He bows his head against the side of her face, his deep, heavy breath moist on her skin.

Then with a growl and a shudder, his back arches under the scrape of her fingernails and his hips reflexively snap forward, thrusting into her again. And again. And again.

His rhythm is hard but steady, and not at all in the vein of making love but something more primitive, more animalistic, as his senses narrow down to simply reveling in how she feels around him, under him, all over him.