And she did, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Jaenor followed soon after, his release spilling into her with a guttural groan.
They collapsed onto the wood crate, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in harsh gasps.
Saphyra's fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as she turned to him with a satisfied smile. "Not bad for a human," she teased.
Jaenor smirked, pulling her closer. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Queen."
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The storage room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of salt and the musk of their arousal. She backed him against a wooden crate, her hips pressing into his, feeling the hardness of him straining against his trousers. "No one can hear us. No one can stop us."
Jaenor's breath hitched; all he knew was that he wanted her.
Needed to fuck her hard. His hands reached for her waist, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her hips.
