[Boom! Done!]
Sweet Ansgar's balls! Rylan ripped at her clothes like a beast, and rather than be angry about it (that shirt had been expensive!), it only made her hotter, to have found someone happy to manhandle her as much as she liked to manhandle them. So many men tried to be delicate with their women, but she wasn't a delicate thing and hated pretending her hookups were romantic. Such soppy bullshit, that.
Besides, she found it difficult to be angry about much of anything when a gorgeous man had his mouth around her nipple, his tongue doing magical, magical things while she gasped and bit back moans.
And then the world tilted and she landed on the bed with a grunt, and she couldn't help but bark a breathless laugh.
"I like it rough, babe," Gwen panted, her hair tumbling out of its usual tight bun. It fell around her shoulders in a tousled mess, tousled much like the rest of her. She still had one leg caught in her breeches, but a hard kick got her out of them, and another few kicks sent her boots thumping to the floor.
"Don't hold back. Because I won't."
And as soon as she was free, she rose to her knees and shoved Rylan down onto the bed, swinging a leg over him as she pinned him down and pressed her body to his. She kissed him, hard and searing, her tongue leaving nothing unexplored, and as she did she tangled a hand in his hair to keep him down while she devoured him. Moving from his lips, she kissed and nibbled at his neck and shoulders and slid a hand down that wonderfully muscled chest and flat stomach so she could fumble at his belt, and when it clicked open, it was clear she'd had a lot of practice.
She yanked at his laces and got them undone just enough that she could slip a hand under his clothes and wrap her hand around his cock.