James had a whole lot of<i>bark </i>in him that led those in his life to think that he was worse than he actually was. As they say, actions do speak louder than words, even though his words were typically always something to listen to as well. It was the flavor of his presentation that really threw people through a ringer.<br/><br/>He had entered her room blindly, his surroundings irrelevant at this point in time. His focus was fine tuned down to the woman underneath him. He doused her in the liquid heat of his gaze now that he had her, for the most part, naked and exposed underneath him. As her own hands roamed the scarred expanse of his own skin, his muscles jumped underneath her fingertips.<br/><br/>His own continued to stroke inside her honeyed channels, the rough tips stroking the rough patch at the forefront of her walls and against that extra sensitive spot while his thumb rolled against her clit. Determination masked his face as he watched her own desire-slackened features relax under his administrations – only to become fervent again as he worked his fingers. See, James was a man who was a fan of multiple orgasms; keeping her teetering on the edge was his idea of fun for another time.<br/><br/>But Ms. Lane Barnes, it seemed, was an impatient woman. He almost snatched her hand away when she grabbed his wrist to stop him from continuing. But it was the urgency of his own body that caved to her plea. He groaned against her soft mouth, his own deepening their kiss with the touch of his tongue before she flipped them both. Lids heavy, the man smiled knowingly up at her and raised his hips as she dragged both pants and boxers off his legs.<br/><br/>He reacted quickly with a harsh, in drawn breath as she gripped the thick length of his cock in her hand. It jerked against her touch and dragged a low groan from from his throat – followed immediately by another as she dragged her panties off and mounted him in what seemed like one motion. He only hoped that the ultimate<i>distraction </i>high up on his thigh went unnoticed, for now, in the heat of the moment. The salamander was small, but it still flared like embers in a fireplace where it coiled deep into his thigh, ever sleeping. It was an enchanted thing; a warded promise that he had broken long ago and was now a permanent<b>pain </b>for him to contend with. Thankfully, it didn't glow in the dark.<br/><br/>“<i>Fuck</i>, Lane, you feel good,” he growled out as she coated him with her juices and clenched him tight from her position above him. He rocked his hips up to meet her gyrating motions as his fingers slid around her slender frame and dug into her hips, guiding her against him.<br/><br/>It wasn't long, however, before he wrapped her fully in his embrace and dragged her down so that her breasts pressed against his chest. His lips and teeth dragged their way across her jaw and neck, then latched onto the lobe of her ear to suckle hard. His own form swiveled around and rolled, his knees thrusting her thighs apart as he returned to his former position on top of her. He remained buried to the hilt inside her the entire time.<br/><br/>His arms found their way under her thighs once again. This time he used the leverage to drag her legs over his shoulders, giving him the vantage to thrust deeper inside her. Hard. If she wanted to be<i>fucked</i>this time around, he was more than happy to oblige.