Her words unleashed something in him. He drove into her harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath them. Her inner muscles clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper. Her wings flared, the blade-like feathers digging into the mattress.
She took control then, rolling them over in a smooth, powerful motion that left him staring up at her in surprise. She straddled him, taking his length inside her in one fluid, sinking motion, throwing her head back with a cry. She began to ride him with a fierce, desperate rhythm, her hips rolling and grinding, taking him so deep he saw stars.
"This… this is what I wanted," she panted, looking down at him, her hair a wild curtain around her flushed face. "Not an illusion. Not a servant's worship. This. The weight of you. The stretch. The heat."
