On Air

He followed her over the edge, his own release tearing through him as he buried himself deep, his hips stuttering against her as he spilled into her. Kael Durnan was untouchable. Her raven-black hair fanned out on the silk sheets, her skin flushed with exertion. Then he looked down, catching her gaze as she glanced up at him, her lips stretched around him, her eyes glittering with mischief and intent. The walls shimmered with a faint golden glow, imbued with the rare minerals mined from Kaelarion’s moons. “Let them hear you.”
Her cries grew louder, unrestrained and raw, her body quaking under his touch. “Told you I don’t lose,” he teased, his smirk returning as she swatted weakly at his chest, a mixture of annoyance and lingering pleasure in her gaze. There was only her, the heat of her mouth, and the satisfaction that he, once again, had the upper hand in this twisted, seductive game they played.