Her shout startled the birds into a flurry above their heads, their wings beating the humid air. He claimed her mouth, absorbing her second shout. Not because he wanted to silence her, but because he needed to muffle his own cry. She held him hard enough to mark his skin. He wanted her marks. He wanted the bruises, and the teeth marks, and bruised lips from her hard kisses. He wanted the physical reminder of her body on his.
The pleasure rushed through him, washing everything out. The colors around him faded, the sounds became nothing. Anicka must have felt his cock jerk against her tight channel, but that didn’t slow her. If anything, she moved faster, overwhelming him completely.