Both were in the throes of passion. The woman was riding the man forcefully. Jamming herself down on him so roughly that he grunted at each angry dropping of her weight over him.
“Harder!” He growled. Commanding her.
Mathis’ voice.
“I can’t.” The girl whimpered pitifully. Her brown hair was thrown back and waving down her back as her head was tipped back. Contorted in pain.
“You came to me!” Mathis growled. “Now finish what you’ve began, Witch. Harder!” And he caught her hips and dragged her down and forward over him. Making their bodies smack together brutally and the bed rock beneath them. Creaking in objection.
“Ah. Ah.” She said raggedly in pain each time he slammed her down. Clearly pushing himself too deeply in her.
Her frame was small. Seeming too little to accept a man so
