She grunts when he pins her down, half-heartedly resisting. She feels in no way threatened by him, she just doesn't like relinquishing control sometimes.

She's built to roam free.

Her gaze hones in on his, dark — almost angry — full of desire. The intimacy is ferocious, in stark contrast to the last time they laid together.

Breathing hard, her hips rock against his. She drowns in the friction, steadily working herself up as she tries to position him at her center.