<strong>"Cum for me. Cum now, pretty little princess."</strong><br/><br/>It was not teasing, not encouragement. It was an instruction, an order, plain and simple. His power roiled off him in waves that caressed her skin like velvet, drifting shadows of darkness that stroke every inch of her body, that teased her thighs, her clit, her nipples, her ass, every last spot where his touch had lingered. The power heeded its Masters call, and flared into life again, ghostly echoes, fresh memories of his touch, his teeth, his body pressed hard against hers.<br/><br/>He did not stop, did not slow, his grip iron on her waist, driving her through her pleasure and beyond.<br/><br/><strong>"Again."</strong><br/><br/>His word was iron. She could feel the weight of it press against her, dive into that molten core of pleasure, of who and what she was.<br/><br/>His.<br/><br/>His to do with what he would.<br/><br/>When he wanted. Where he wanted. How he wanted. As long as the darkness filled the sky above them, she belonged to him.<br/><br/>Around her throat the darkness pooled, and she could feel it circling her neck, their desire manifesting through the power that flowed from them, shaped by their two wills as his body drove into her, hard, fast, relentless, over and over again.<br/><br/><strong>"Again."</strong><br/><br/>Time seemed to lose its meaning. All that existed was an everpresent now, a haze of heat, of flesh, of pleasure, and his voice.<br/><br/><strong>"Again."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Again."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Again."</strong><br/><br/>The grip on her ankles vanished, and she was falling, spinning, tumbling, the world turning around her. Above her, the stars wheeled, and his face appeared. The grass, soaked with her juices, matted her back as he raised her legs and pressed himself straight into her again. His hands sought hers, his fingers entwining. Her hands were pressed to the ground above her head, his face inches from hers. Her body continued to thrust into her, hard, so hard it felt like he was trying to push through her.<br/><br/>Now his voice did not come. He drove her onwards, higher, further, seeming to ignore her begging for release, til finally he drew one long aching breath of his own and pushed himself full length into her, his body shuddering as he filled her.<br/><br/><strong>"Now."</strong>