Elara's pov
I screamed his name, my inner walls clamping down viciously on his fingers, rippling and fluttering as I rode out the convulsions. He didn't stop; he worked me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I was a quivering, sobbing wreck, my body slick with sweat and completely boneless.
Only when the last aftershock faded and I lay gasping for air did he pull away, his face glistening with my essence. He rose up over me, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a raw, primal need that scared and thrilled me in equal measure. He stripped off his remaining clothes with frantic haste, and when his cock sprang free, heavy, thick, and angrily flushed with blood, my breath hitched. He was magnificent, a weapon of a man poised to strike.
