It was definitely going to be a quick one for Bod. He could already feel things spinning out of control and with the added sensation of her nails leaving marks, he felt that even more so.

His breathing was ragged and rough, hips driving into as forcefully as he dared. There were signs he was close all over from the tightening of one of his arms around her, the erratic nature of each deep thrust and his panting, breathless breathing.