The command shattered her defenses as Damien picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a primal rhythm that blurred the line between pleasure and possession.
Each thrust dragged the thick length of him against her most sensitive depths, coiling the tension in her core tighter, hotter, until it felt like a live ember ready to ignite.
Elena's world narrowed to the slick slide of their bodies, the obscene symphony of skin meeting skin, her bound hands pulling taut against the ropes as she arched wildly beneath him. Sweat-slicked and trembling, she clawed at the air with her tied hands, her knees flapping as his movements continued faster in her.
"Yes, yes, mmm, I'm coming, darling," she gasped, the words fracturing into a throaty moan, her voice raw with the edge of oblivion. Her walls squeezed around him in frantic warning, milking his cock as the wave crested, threatening to drown her in ecstasy.
