Seria came hard, her nails drawing down his back, her body arching off the bed.
And still Damien didn't stop.
Pulled out of Seria, turned to Elara, pushed into her wet heat without pause or preparation.
She took him with a cry of pleasure-pain, the sudden penetration intense after watching him with Seria.
"Too much?" he asked, some part of him still concerned despite the aggression.
"Not enough," Elara gasped. "More – need more – "
So he gave her more.
His hand found her throat – just resting there, the threat of pressure without actual restriction. The psychological dominance made Elara's eyes go wide, made her inner walls clench around him.
"You like that?" Damien's voice was rough.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I – gods, yes – "
He applied the slightest pressure, just enough to make her breathing catch, and Elara came instantly. The combination of penetration and dominance overwhelming her completely.
The night continued in waves of intensity.
