So...<br/>...tight.<br/><br/>Surrendering.<br/><br/>To me.<br/><br/>Mine...<br/><br/>Mine.<br/><br/>Eyes closed. Automatically.<br/>Lust. Power. Hunger. Pleasure.<br/>Need more.<br/><br/>Hands planted at each side of Atticus' head, pushing his knees even further.<br/>Black hair dangling, touching, stroking.<br/>Panting. Irregular. Irrelevant.<br/><br/>More speed.<br/><br/>Hands repositioned, placing, feeling, gripping the back of Atticus' thighs.<br/>Leaning back, more room.<br/>Diving back.<br/>God..<br/><br/>Nails scratching, breaking skin.<br/><br/>Blood.. burning.<br/><br/>Pearls of sweat beading, flowing, dripping.<br/><br/>"Aaah...," he mumbled, breath hitching in his chest now and then as he moved, only slightly faster, but still faster then before.