Seria didn't complain. If anything, she moved faster, clearly enjoying the rougher handling.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Something shifted in Damien. The corruption that had been simmering beneath careful control surged forward, making him rougher, more aggressive, less concerned with being gentle.p
He flipped their positions without warning, pinning Seria beneath him, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. Then he thrust into her with force that made the bed shake.
"Yes!" Seria's approval was immediate. "Like that – exactly like that – "
He gave her what she wanted – hard, deep strokes that hit angles meant top overwhelm. No careful building of sensation, no measured pace – just raw intensity driven by corrupted desire.
Seria's nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Don't – don't hold back – I can take it – "
