ELIA
Elia saw stars as he thrust again, and again, a slow, but punishing rhythm that didn't stop even as he leaned over her again, his chest brushing her back, one hand underneath them to knead her breast and he whispered, "Now, let go. Breathe, scream… do whatever you need to do… but do. Not. Fight."
She sucked in an audible breath as he pulled out, then cried his name when he pushed back in. Hard.
Again.
Again.
He grunted, his thighs slapping against her with each powerful thrust, that rolling growl snapping in his throat between.
Caught between the wall of her own pleasure, and the power of him, Elia quivered, every muscle in her body alight, but that wave at her core building and building each time he reached inside her, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain. And still he didn't stop.
