It was pure, primitive lust. Greg pounded her heavily, slamming her against the ground as if he was trying to drive her into it. bucked and twisted, howling and moaning like a she-cat. It felt SO good…to be a captive female again, f****d and f****d HARD by a man who had captured her. It was even better that this man had gone to so much trouble to do that. She heard herself moaning his name, over and over again, her voice rising in pitch as he drove her closer and closer and closer…and then over the edge, whirling away in a great, roaring cataract.
