"Fuck me?" he growls, stilling as he leans into her, watching her writhe as he keeps her filled, snatching at the air. God, he can feel her in his blood, giving purpose to his rage, entwining it with ceaseless hunger.
Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Re: cw for anyone else reading this: increasing sexual violence
Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Maybe all of them at once.