Clarissa's movements had grown frantic, hips grinding down harder with each thrust—chasing that building wave of pleasure that made her thighs tremble and her breaths come in short, desperate gasps.
She leaned forward, hands braced on Julian's shoulders, her breasts brushing his chest as she rode him faster, deeper. The mana flowing between them amplified everything: every clench of her walls around his cock, every slick slide, every pulse of heat.
Julian felt it building again—the tension coiling tight in his core, unstoppable now. His hips bucked up to meet hers, limited but insistent, driving deeper into her warmth.
"Clarissa…" he growled low, warning and promise in one.
She didn't slow. If anything, she tightened around him deliberately—milking him, drawing him closer to the edge. "aanhh.. yes… inside me… Julian, please…nnhh"
