Damien increased his pace again, driven by her words and the way her body was responding – inner walls clenching around him, her breathing getting faster, the flush spreading down her chest.
"Close," she warned. "I'm already close – you feel too good – "
"Then come," Damien said, one hand moving between them to find her clit. "Let me feel it."
His fingers worked the sensitive bundle of nerves in rhythm with his thrusts, and Elara made a sound that was almost a sob – pleasure overwhelming, building toward the inevitable peak.
"Damien – I'm – I can't – "
"Yes you can," he encouraged, his own control starting to fray from the sensation of being inside her, from watching her come apart.
"Come for me, Elara. Right now."
She did.
Her orgasm hit with visible force – her whole body tensing, inner muscles clamping down on him so tightly it almost hurt, her mouth opening in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
