One hand slid around her hip and between her spread thighs, two fingers finding her swollen clit and stroking it in tight, ruthless circles timed to every movement.
"That's it," he growled low against her spine, breath hot. "Take it. Take all of it."
Maya's second climax built fast under the dual pressure—the deep, grinding pressure of the knot against her cervix and the relentless circles on her clit.
She came with a sharp, broken cry, walls fluttering and clenching hard around the locked thickness inside her, milking him in helpless waves.
Her arms gave out; she collapsed fully onto the mattress, only Victor's grip on her hips keeping her ass raised so he could continue grinding through the aftershocks.
He held her through it, still moving in those short, powerful strokes, still working her clit until the last tremor left her shaking and oversensitive. Only then did the knot begin to soften.
