Elara leaned back, hands gripping his thighs for leverage, riding him harder. The angle was perfect—hitting exactly right every time. Her magic responded immediately, pressure releasing through the connection, flowing into him through the collar bond as pleasure built.
He was shaking now, muscles trembling with the effort of holding still. His head thrashed side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, clearly fighting not to come.
Elara slapped his face again. Light this time—just enough to sting. "Look at me."
His eyes snapped open, glazed with need.
"You don't come until I say," she ordered. "Understood?"
He nodded desperately.
"Good boy."
She ground down hard, circling her hips. The change in angle made them both gasp—her from the pressure on her clit, him from the deeper penetration. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails. His hips twitched upward once—instinct—but he immediately forced himself still.
