Lady Calira kept her eyes locked on his, the earlier composure already thinning as Ray drove into her with steady, powerful strokes.
"Faster," she ordered, voice still carrying authority even as her breath shortened. "And do not ease up when I start making noise."
Ray gave her exactly that. He hooked one of her legs higher against his waist, changing the angle so each thrust pushed deeper, the thick length of him dragging against the spot that made her hips jerk.
The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the suite, mixed with the low creak of the bed.
Calira's mouth fell open on a sharper exhale. Her full breasts moved with every impact, and for the first time her hand left the bedcovers to grip his forearm instead.
"There—keep that," she said, the command fraying at the edges. "Harder."
He leaned forward, bracing one hand beside her head, and put more force behind the next series of thrusts. The Six Winged Physique made the stronger pace effortless. Calira's controlled expression cracked further; a real moan slipped out before she could stop it, followed by another when he ground deep and stayed there for a heartbeat before pulling back and slamming in again.
"Fuck… you take direction well," she panted, eyes still trying to hold his. "Most of them either go too soft or lose the rhythm the moment I sound like I'm enjoying it."
Ray did not answer with words. He simply kept the exact pace she had asked for, watching the way her breasts bounced and the way her stomach tensed every time he bottomed out. When her free hand reached up and pulled him down by the back of the neck, he went with it, letting her bring his mouth to hers in a rough, demanding kiss.
She kissed like she gave orders—direct, hungry, no hesitation. Her tongue met his, and she bit lightly at his lower lip when he thrust particularly deep. The kiss broke only when she needed air, her forehead resting against his for a moment while she breathed hard.
"On your back," she said suddenly. "I want to ride it."
Ray pulled out, the sudden absence drawing a frustrated sound from her, and lay back against the pillows. Calira climbed over him without delay, straddling his hips, one hand wrapping around his cock to line him up. She sank down in a single slow drop, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs, a long shaky breath leaving her as she adjusted to the fullness.
"Still so thick," she muttered, almost to herself, then planted both hands on his chest and started moving.
She rode him with the same deliberate control she had shown at the start—steady rises and drops, hips rolling to take him as deep as possible. Her full breasts swayed above him, and Ray reached up to cup them, thumbs brushing over the tight nipples. Calira's rhythm faltered for half a second at the contact, then she pushed into his hands with a low sound of approval.
"Harder with your hands," she told him. "And thrust up when I come down."
He obeyed. Every time she dropped, he met her with a strong upward thrust, the impact sending a clear jolt through her body. Her breathing turned ragged. The composed lady from the reception room was gone; in her place was a woman chasing her own pleasure with open greed, hair coming loose from its precise style, mouth parted, eyes half-lidded but still fixed on his face.
"Don't you dare finish before me," she warned between moans. "I still have hours with this room."
Ray's hands slid down to her waist, gripping firmly, and he started matching her harder, the wet slap of skin growing louder. Calira's movements grew less controlled, more desperate. She leaned forward, breasts pressing against his chest, and kissed him again—messier this time, all heat and need.
The first climax hit her while she was still grinding down on him. Her body locked up, a sharp cry muffled against his mouth as her walls clamped and pulsed around his cock. She kept shaking through it, hips twitching, until the intensity forced her to break the kiss and gasp against his neck.
Ray did not stop. He held her hips and kept thrusting up into the tight, fluttering heat, working her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and swearing under her breath.
"Enough—wait, just—" She tried to lift off, but he rolled them in one smooth motion, putting her on her back again without pulling out. Calira's eyes widened, then narrowed with renewed heat when he hooked both her legs over his arms and started driving into her in deep, relentless strokes.
"You said the full evening," he reminded her, voice still calm even as he fucked her harder.
A breathless laugh escaped her, quickly turning into another moan. "Arrogant… stock." But she made no move to stop him. Instead she reached up, fingers digging into his shoulders, and pulled him closer. "Then earn the hours. Make me cum again before you even think about finishing."
Ray settled into a strong, grinding rhythm, the kind that kept constant pressure on the places that made her thighs shake. He watched her face the whole time—the way her mouth fell open, the way her eyes lost focus, the way her breasts moved with every thrust. When he slipped one hand between them and rubbed firm circles over her clit, Calira's back arched hard.
"Shit—right there, don't stop—"
Her second climax hit harder than the first. A broken cry left her throat as her body clamped down around him again, wetness spilling out around his cock with the force of it. She shook under him, legs tight over his arms, nails scraping his skin, and still he kept moving, dragging the pleasure out until she was panting and half-laughing from the overstimulation.
Only then did he let himself follow, burying deep and spilling inside her with a low, controlled breath. The heat of it pulled one last tremor from Calira, her walls fluttering around him as she took every pulse.
For a while the only sound in the suite was their breathing. Calira lay under him, hair messy across the pillows, chest rising and falling hard, a satisfied but still sharp look in her eyes when she finally focused on his face again.
"You last longer than most," she said, voice rough. "And you actually listen. That is rarer than you think."
She pushed lightly at his chest. Ray eased back and pulled out, a thick mix of their fluids following. Calira stretched on the bed like a woman who had gotten exactly what she paid for, then pointed at the crystal decanter on the side table.
"Pour. Then clean yourself up and get back on the bed. I am nowhere near done with you tonight."
Ray poured the two glasses, handed her one, and did as she ordered. The evening was still early, the private suite remained closed off from the rest of the Black Orchid, and Lady Calira was already watching him with the clear intent of using every hour she had claimed.