Elara straddled his hips, breathing hard, her porcelain skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing breasts that heaved with every rapid breath. She looked down at him, her glass-bead eyes now clouded with a thick, intoxicating lust, yet burning with that familiar, commanding authority.
"What are you doing?" Julian managed to choke out, his hands reflexively coming up to grip her soft, curving thighs.
"Recalibrating the strategy," Elara stated breathlessly.
Of course, Julian cannot understand what she means, and before he can even think clearly, the game has changed.
Without warning, she sank down on him, taking him in fully to the hilt. Julian's back arched off the bed, a harsh groan tearing from his throat. The sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him from this angle was maddening.
