Eternal Allure - Episode 6

She arches, and the curve of her spine holds him like a secret. Sweat glints between her shoulder blades. The room is all breath and heartbeat, bodies moving in slow hunger. He grips her hips harder than he means to, fingers sinking into flesh, pulling her back onto him until the slap of skin fills the dark. Her moan cracks, raw, unedited. She pushes against his rhythm like she wants to break it. Then he leans forward, chest pressed to her back, mouth finding the salt along her neck, and the pace changes, urgent, almost mean. She gasps his name, low and stripped. He answers with his teeth. They stay locked, shaking, until she tightens around him hard enough to make his vision spark white. He spills with a grunt he tries to swallow, fails, and rides the last tremors until neither of them moves, only the air between them turning heavy and wet.