THAT. That's so much better.

Before she's even asking, his hands have found their way under it and are pulling hungrily at her thighs and hips. Sweeney buries his face in her hair at the swell of her shoulder, subconsciously finding the darkest bruise to murmur against.

"I don't care." The end starts to taper into a growl. "I just want to be inside you." His fingers dig roughly into her flesh as he tries to shove her down on him.