Chapter 213 --213
She held him smothered through aftershocks. Thirty seconds. Forty. Only when the last tremor faded did she rise.
No pause.
Hands and knees. Back arched high. Knees spread wide. One hand reached back, fingers parting glistening folds in silent command.
Mahir rose behind her. Cock—still hard, still dripping—nudged her entrance. One powerful thrust seated him to the hilt. Deep enough to press against her cervix. He froze—waiting.
Elara pushed back. Hard.
Signal received.
Beast instincts surged within the collar’s leash. Hands clamped her hips—bruising force, fingertips digging deep. He began to fuck her with piston rhythm: deep, brutal, animal strokes that slapped skin against skin in perfect time. Tail lashed wildly. Harsh breaths rasped from his throat—the only sound he permitted himself.
She met every forward snap with a backward roll. Controlled depth. Controlled angle. Forced him to hit that spot over and over until another climax built—colder, sharper. When it hit she clenched deliberately, milking him in rhythmic pulses. Magic flowed again.
He did not come. Beast stamina stretched far beyond breaking. He simply kept going—harder when she arched higher, slower when she leaned forward to shift pressure.
**Hour 4**
Wall.
Elara’s back pressed to cool stone. Legs wrapped around his waist. Arms draped loosely around his neck—not for closeness, for leverage. Mahir held her effortlessly—thighs flexing, hips snapping upward in short, punishing strokes. Position forced impossible depth. Each thrust punched air from her lungs in silent exhales.