Elara’s POV
He pushed his c**k inside my p***y immediately after the words left his mouth. His hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping me pinned in place as he started moving. Slowly at first, savoring every inch as he sank deeper.
He threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with the strain, lips slightly parted but no sound escaping—just a raw, silent intensity that made my heart race.
He f****d me in a way that scattered my thoughts, each deliberate stroke pulling me under like the storm raging outside. Rain lashed against the windowpanes, thunder rumbling in the distance, mirroring the building pressure in my core.
I arched my body against him, desperate for more contact, my legs wrapping around his huge frame instinctively, heels digging into his lower back to urge him on. M
