Sam's eyes fluttered shut and her breathing grew ragged. Her neck was incredibly sensitive. His breath. His lips. His teeth. The lower he got the harder she was breathing.

By the time he was ripping her shirt off, she was practically panting. Her fingers thrust into his hair holding him closer. She didn't mind the roughness. In fact, she preferred it. Her fingers curled into fists, pulling his close it was a wonder he could breathe.