Torn Part 2 - Episode 1

She straddled his hips and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion. Every inch of him slid into her, stretching her open until her breath caught. Her palms flattened against his chest for balance. His hands locked on her waist, thumbs digging into the soft curve above her hips. She rocked forward, then back, finding the angle that made her thighs tremble. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He lifted his own hips to meet her, each thrust driving deeper. The wet sound of their bodies filled the room. She leaned down, caught his lower lip between her teeth, and pulled. His grip tightened, bruising. She felt him swell inside her. Her walls clenched around him in answer. He groaned, low and rough, then sat up, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. Now he was the one driving. Hard. The headboard cracked against the wall. Her ankles hooked behind his thighs, pulling him closer. He buried his face in her neck, biting. She came first, sudden and sharp, her cry cutting through the dark. He followed seconds later, hips stuttering, heat spilling into her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, skin slick and hot. Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, nothing else mattered.