After an intense argument, heated sex was exactly what they both craved. There was a certain thrill that came from fucking someone you're angry with, as if the raw passion could somehow cleanse their souls. As they undressed each other, fingers dug into soft flesh, leaving bruises as a testament to their fervor.
Before he entered her, he took one last look at her flushed cheeks and parted lips. He knew he was making love to someone who was just as angry as he was, someone who wanted him just as badly. He thrust his hips forward, feeling her wetness coat him as he pushed into her tight warmth.
Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, lost in the moment. He couldn't take it anymore; he needed to release all that pent-up frustration. With a primal grow al, he unleashed his fury upon the nearest punching bag, relishing in the satisfying thuds that echoed through the room.
