Max's pace shifted.
His slow, measured strokes gradually lost their patience, sinking deeper each time, pulling back only to return with more purpose. The sound of her arousal grew louder in the quiet hall, slick and obscene as his cock dragged through her tight, trembling heat. Saelunith's moans began to spill more freely now, sweet and breathless against his neck.
"Ah… mmh… Master…"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet every sound carried clearly through the quiet night. Her arms tightened around him as her hips started to follow his rhythm, meeting each thrust with small, instinctive rolls. Max's hands gripped her waist more firmly, guiding her as he fucked her with steady, building intensity. He was no longer simply savoring the stretch of her. He was claiming her, one deep stroke at a time.
"That's better," he murmured against her ear, his voice rougher now. "You're starting to take me properly. Listen to how wet you are for me."
