Now he struggled a bit, wanting the room to rock more. But Isaac held him fast, using him. He could kick his feet, and that was about all. “God you’re so … ” He couldn’t decide which word he wanted, with Isaac driving pleasure into his body every second.
“Mmm,” he responded, that single word slurred with lust as he near enough pounded into the other male, so close to the edge but he wanted to prolong it for a bit, drive Summer mad with the over-stimulation and over-sensitivity. He bit down gently on his neck, licking at the faint indent as he held tight to his body, the sound of skin hitting against skin echoing around the room.
Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.