Elara's pov
I bit down on the muscle of his shoulder, the taste of salt and leather filling my mouth as I fought to contain the cries clawing up my throat.
He was relentless, a piston driving into me with a force that shook the heavy bed frame.
The friction was blinding, a perfect, burning storm centered in my core and radiating out to my fingertips and toes.
"Good girl," he gritted out, the strain in his voice evident. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at me, his eyes boring into mine. "Take it. Take all of me."
He shifted his hips, changing the angle, and drove into me again. This time, the head of his cock dragged against that sensitive spot deep inside, and I saw stars. My eyes rolled back, and my entire body convulsed around him. It was too much; it was exactly enough. The pain of the stretch had melted into a heavy, throbbing pleasure that bordered on agony.
