“Baby,” Nathan pleaded, pushing back on those fingers that were working surprisingly gentle within him, especially considering the skin was a little rougher, halfway turned into claws.
“Say it, Nate,” Sasha rumbled above him.
Nathan grinned into the mattress, the pillow long ago tossed aside. “Please,” was all he needed to say, all Sasha wanted to hear before the incubus pressed in, slow, agonizingly slow, but deep as he could get. He grabbed Nathan’s hips with both hands, the bottle of oil lost, and pulled Nathan back against him with one firm thrust.
Nathan bit back a cry, Sasha hitting that marvelous bundle of nerves and pulling back for another go. Then another. His hands ever firm on Nathan’s hips to make the connection go deeper every time. There was no more room for slow, Nathan didn’t want slow, he wanted rough, wanted hard, wanted feel it in your gut deep