She could certainly take it and most definitely wanted it. Hayley let her head fall back, leaning against the boulder, more bared throat for him. The flare of pain just heightened the pleasure of his fingers working inside of her. For a moment, she really wished that she could bruise, but then his hand moved and she rubbed herself against him, seeking even more friction.

Her hands found his shoulders, dug in, held on, and little whimpers escaped as her hips moved.