"Aurora," I groan, feeling my own release building. "I'm..."
"Inside me. Please. I want to feel you."
That does it. I come with a shudder, burying my face in her neck as pleasure washes through me in waves.
We stay locked together, both breathing hard, neither wanting to move or break this connection.
"That was different," she says eventually, her voice soft.
"Yeah."
"Good different."
"Very good different."
I pull out carefully, and she makes a small sound of loss that goes straight to my chest. But before I can move away or suggest we sleep, she's pushing at my chest.
"What are you doing?" I ask, letting her push me onto my back.
"Round two." Her eyes are dark, hungry, full of renewed desire. "That was beautiful. But now I need you to fuck me."
My cock, which hasn't even fully softened yet, goes fully hard again at her words.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She straddles me in one smooth motion, taking charge. "I need it hard. Need to feel it tomorrow when I walk. Need you to mark me so I remember who I belong to."
Fuck.
She sinks down onto me in one smooth motion, and we both groan at the sensation.
"Like this?" I grip her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. "You want it hard?"
"Yes."
I flip us over, pinning her beneath me with my weight. Her eyes go wide, excited, aroused.
"Then hold on tight."
I start moving, and this time there's nothing slow about it. I'm pounding into her, the bed frame hitting the wall with each thrust, probably loud enough for the whole house to hear.
"Yes," she's gasping, her nails raking down my back. "Yes, like that, oh fuc..."
"This what you needed?"
"Yes!"
I grab her wrists, pin them above her head with one hand. The other goes to her throat, not squeezing, not restricting air, just holding. Claiming.
"Mine," I growl.
"Yours."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours, Axel. Only yours."
The possession in her voice, the way she surrenders to it, drives me wild. I'm fucking her like an animal, desperate and rough, and she's taking it all. Begging for more.