"You're perfect on me, El," he rasped, his voice thick. "My perfect little rider. Don't stop, love. Don't you dare."
He surged up suddenly, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her lips. He kissed her, a deep, devouring kiss, as he began to thrust up into her, a primal rhythm. Each stroke was deep, insistent, hitting exactly the right spot. She gasped, her moans becoming frantic. Her world narrowed to the feel of him inside her, the scent of his skin, the taste of his mouth.
"That's it, my queen," he growled against her lips. "Come for me. Let it all out."
The climax hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. Her body convulsed around him, a long, drawn-out moan tearing from her throat. She gripped his shoulders, her head thrown back, lost in the sensations.
