Sera arched beneath his touch, her hands sliding over his back, nails lightly scoring his skin as if she were trying to anchor herself.
He moved lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, then the soft curve of her stomach, then lower still. When his mouth found the heat between her thighs, Sera’s breath left her in a broken gasp. Her fingers threaded into his hair, not pushing, simply holding as he tasted her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
He learned what made her tremble, what made her thighs tense against his shoulders, what made her whisper his na like a secret.
He did not rush. He stayed there until her breathing turned ragged and her hips began to lift in helpless rhythm until she ca with a low, throaty cry that she tried and failed to muffle against her own wrist.
Only then did he rise over her again.
Jake entered her slowly, watching her face as he did. Her body opened to him with a slick, welcoming heat that drew a groan from his throat.
He paused when he was fully seated, giving her ti to adjust, his forehead resting against hers. Sera’s hands gripped his shoulders, her eyes half-lidded, and her lips parted.
"Gods!!!" she breathed.
"You feel—"
She didn’t finish.
Jake began to move, long and deep and unhurried. Each thrust was asured and deliberate, the kind of rhythm that built heat slowly rather than racing toward the end. Sera’s breath hitched with each movent, her nails digging into Jake’s skin. The room filled with the sound of their shared pleasure, a symphony of gasps and moans that echoed off the walls.
He kissed her as he moved inside her, swallowed her soft sounds, and let her feel every inch of him. Sera’s legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him deeper, and soon her quiet moans filled the small room.
They stayed like that for a long ti — slow, intimate, almost tender.
Jake rolled them so she was above him, and she rode him with the sa unhurried pace, her hands braced on his chest, her hair falling around them like a curtain. He watched her face, the way pleasure softened her features, and the way her eyes lost focus when he thrust up to et her. His hands spanned her waist, guiding her, steadying her when her rhythm began to falter.
When she ca again, it was quieter than the first ti but no less intense — a long, shuddering wave that left her trembling above him. Jake held her through it, stroking her back, murmuring low words of encouragent against her temple.
He did not finish with her.
Instead, he rolled her gently onto her back once more and began again.
Sera’s eyes widened slightly when she realized he was still hard, still moving inside her with that sa deep, relentless patience.
"You’re not—" she started, then broke off on a gasp as he angled his hips just so and found a spot that made her see stars.
"I’m not done," Jake said against her ear, his voice low and rough.
"Not nearly."
He took her again and again and again.
The slow, asured rhythm gave way gradually to sothing deeper, more demanding. He shifted her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind, one hand fisted in her loose hair, the other gripping her hip as he drove into her with powerful, asured strokes. Sera buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries, but they still escaped — raw, surprised sounds that grew louder each ti he bottod out inside her. Her body shook with the force of another climax, then another, until her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, gasping.
Jake followed her down without missing a beat, covering her back with his chest, his mouth at her ear, whispering how good she felt, how tight, and how perfect. He reached beneath her to stroke her clit in ti with his thrusts, and she ca again with a broken sob, her inner walls clamping down around him so hard it dragged a groan from his chest.
Still, he did not stop.
He turned her onto her back once more, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her with long, powerful strokes that rocked the narrow bed against the wall. Sera’s hands clutched at his arms, her nails biting into his skin. Her eyes were wide, dazed, almost disbelieving as another orgasm built and crashed through her. She had never been taken like this — never been loved so thoroughly, so relentlessly, by a man who seed to have no end to his desire or his control.
"You’re still—" she managed between gasps, her voice hoarse.
"How are you still—?"
Jake answered by kissing her hard and driving deeper, swallowing her next cry.
He fucked her through that orgasm and into the next until her body was slick with sweat and trembling uncontrollably until every thrust drew a helpless whimper from her throat. His movents were both powerful and tender, igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed. She surrendered completely to the pleasure, feeling a connection with him that went beyond physicality.
Only then, when she was limp and oversensitive and clinging to him like she might drown, did he finally let himself go.
He ca with a low, guttural sound buried deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of it.
Even then he did not collapse.
He stayed braced above her, breathing hard, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to her throat, her jaw, and her lips while the aftershocks rippled through them both.
Sera lay beneath him, dazed and boneless, staring up at the ceiling with wide, astonished eyes. Her chest heaved. Her thighs still trembled where they were draped over his hips.
She had expected a quick, satisfying tumble with a handso young adventurer. She had not expected this — this patient, thorough, seemingly endless claiming that left her wrung out and glowing and quietly stunned.
Jake eased out of her carefully and gathered her against his side. Sera went willingly, curling into the warmth of his body, one hand resting over his heart. She could feel it beating steady and strong beneath her palm, barely winded despite everything.
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