ELARA’S POV

His thrusts were steady, each one better than the last, each one taking my breath. A moan escaped my lips, perfectly in rhythm with his movements. The heat between us is building into something consuming.

His hands held my ass tightly, holding me in place as though preventing me from slipping away. My skin heated where his fingers pressed. Carefully, I pulled my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts busted free, and his eyes darkened instantly.

For a ...