Damien didn't slow. Kept moving through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was oversensitive and gasping.
Only then did he pull out, turning to Elara.
"Face down," he instructed. "Ass up."
She positioned herself quickly, presenting herself in the most vulnerable way possible.
Damien's hand traced down her spine, appreciating the curve, the way she trembled slightly with anticipation.
Then he entered her from behind in one smooth thrust.
Elara's hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching to take him deeper. The angle let him go impossibly far, hitting places that made her make sounds she'd never make in public.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her. No gentleness, no careful building – just raw, claiming intensity.
One hand moved to her hair, gathering the golden strands and pulling back. The position arched her spine further, changed the angle, made everything more intense.
"How does it feel?" Damien demanded.
