Venus woke, someone's hands at her hips and a rigid shaft sliding deep into her sheath. She gasped and came more fully awake, blinking as pleasure sizzled through her body. She was belly down on the bed, face turned sideways, with her legs over the side. Her behind was perched high in the air, held up by his firm grip.
Damoen's feral form stood behind her, mounted over her, and tucked deep inside her body. He uttered not a single word as he pushed into her again and again. His silent intensity only spurred her excitement to greater heights. He was firm and unyielding. The thoughtful, careful lover of before had been replaced by a fierce warrior intent on slaying his own desire.
