Draven's Point Of View
"Cum now."
The command hung between us like a live wire, charged and dangerous. Her body responded as if I'd flipped a switch, her back arched sharply, her nails carved crescents into my shoulders.
A high-pitched, desperate scream tore from her throat… a sound that bore no resemblance to the poised Ms. Vale who commanded boardrooms with icy precision as she came hard.
Her walls clenched around me with rhythmic, punishing force that made me see stars, a visceral grip that demanded my complete attention and threatened to undo me entirely. The intensity of her release caught me off guard, even though I'd orchestrated it.
The pulse of her orgasm milked me relentlessly, her body shuddering violently beneath mine, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps that seemed to echo in the vast room. I didn't stop. I couldn't. The sight of her falling apart beneath me was too fucking intoxicating, too perfect.
