There it was again. That plea. That soft, desperate, urgent desire. He shivered from his head to his toes and pushed, gasping as his length penetrated her. "Malia," he groaned, sinking himself inside her soft, wet, welcoming body until his hips were flush with hers. He swore under his breath and bent down over her, kissing her, sucking at her swollen lip with a primal sort of growl. He tugged loose and looked down at her, his eyes dark as his hips began to thrust, using his full length with each stroke. One hand held the back of her head, looking her in the eye as he filled her, his own bright with need and lust.<br/><br/>Carson planted himself as deeply as he could against her, rocking and grinding his hips down against hers heavily, heated moans spilling out of his lips. He kissed her again, tongue thrust past her lips, curling and shifting against hers before he withdrew entirely. He sat up and slid out of her, then rolled her over onto her belly and plunged into her again, grasping her hips to lift them and angle himself even more deeply inside her. He bent down over her, his hand sliding beneath her hips to rub and stroke over her clit as his lips bit and sucked at her neck and shoulder. His other hand cupped her jaw and chin, tipping her head back so he could hear her moan even as he stifled his own against her soft, pale skin.