His eyes were closed, his chin lifted, exposing his neck.

She arched up to lick the column of his neck, and he looked down at her, dark eyes hooded, face unsmiling and intent. He bent his head to kiss her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth and delicately teasing hers. Coaxing when she withdrew. Demanding when she withheld. She wanted him rougher. She wanted him demanding. She didn’t like to forget what he was.

His hand covered her breast, thick fingers feathering lightly over her skin. When his fingertips found her nipple, she arched against him. He withdrew, slowly re-entered her as he caressed her breast and explored her mouth. He absorbed every flinch and breathless moan and used that information ruthlessly against her, driving her toward climax even as he took his own pleasure from her body.

When she attempted to wrest control from him, he lifted his body, supporting all of his weight on one hand while his other moved to their joined bodies. His face took on a distracted look of concentration until he rocked back onto his knees and pulled her with him, lifting her hips so that they rested upon his thighs. She had no leverage to move, not even to bring him pleasure. He liked to make her come first. It seemed a point of honor for him.

Even then, he didn’t rush, just kept that perfect light pressure, slowly increasing the pace in response to the urgency he read on her face.

Pleasure trembled up her body in a great wave as orgasm took her. He made a rough sound of encouragement as he stroked her through the aftermath. When she came back to herself and opened her eyes, Janek moved forward to cover her again. Her body clenched around him, and, though she felt him shudder, he didn’t come immediately. He was close. She could feel the tension in the muscles that surrounded her, his arms locked to either side of her body, and the tautness of his abdomen.

Each thrust became more demanding. He drove into her with powerful strokes that made her cling to his shoulders and cry out. Conqueror. Invader. She liked him better this way, when he lost himself. When he stopped being careful. When he stopped pretending to value her pleasure and took his own. The world made sense again.

When he emptied himself inside of her, her mind was already clearing from the fog of lust. By the time he stilled, she remembered who she was too.

Janek hovered above her, head bowed, sides heaving, heavy arms trembling as they supported his weight. His eyes were slightly dazed when they moved to focus on her. The edge of his mouth turned up, and he kissed her before pulling out and rolling to fall beside her. They readjusted.