For the first time since they had been together, Adam seemed almost unaware of how rough he was being with her. His hands gripped her with such force that she could feel the pressure biting into her skin, and his mouth pressed against hers with a demanding urgency that bordered on painful. Even as her body reacted instinctively to him leaving her pulse racing and her breath catching, somewhere deep inside, she knew his touch was too tight, too consuming.
If he kept holding her like this, she was certain his hands, his mouth, his very presence, would leave bruises on her. And while a part of her would have been excited for that, right now it bordered more on pain than pleasure.
