A soft moan shook her as his breath gusted over her neck. Tegan gave a soft yelp as he wrenched her to her back, her hands reaching up to grasp the edge of the table immediately. Her knees bent as he placed her legs on his shoulder, and she stared up at him, eyes dark with want, lips swollen and parted. Half caught in a haze, half caught in a feral storm of lust, she needed this as much as Roe did.<br/><br/>As he forced his way into her, a scream of pleasure escaped her throat, her legs pulled up squeezing her entrance tight. And then he was in her filling her, hot and throbbing, exactly where she needed him to be. She couldn't stop making noise, gasps, moans, cries, as he rocked her, slamming in and out, hitting exactly the right places.<br/><br/>She couldn't close her eyes. Trapped beneath Roe's stare, his hand fisting in her hair, pining her further. She arched as much as her position would allow, his voice mingling with hers in the chamber, bouncing from wall to wall. riving her further. She felt herself begin to tighten, the orgasm creeping up on her. "Roe!" She gasped, eyes staring at his in warning, a moan escaping her, toes curled in her boots, knuckles white on the table's edge.