— feeling greedy
"She rose up on her knees, the sounds of his flesh meeting hers, and their harsh breathing a beautiful symphony. Sweat dripped in her eyes, and her jaw ached from her wordless screams. The moment the song from the stereo hit a high note with a multitude of guitars and saxophones, she screamed and tumbled in that swirling abyss of absolute and unadulterated pleasure."
The Lock by KT Grant.