Lady Calira finished the rest of her glass in two slow swallows, set it aside, and stretched across the bed like a woman who still had time to spend. Her body carried the flush of everything they had already done, yet her eyes stayed sharp and hungry when they settled on him again.
"Hands and knees," she said. "I want it deep and I want it steady. Do not finish until I tell you."
Ray moved behind her as she turned over and settled into position. She arched her back deliberately, presenting herself, full breasts hanging beneath her, the wet evidence of the previous rounds still glistening along her thighs.
He ran one hand up the length of her spine, feeling the slight shiver it earned, then gripped her hip and lined himself up.
He pushed in with one long, controlled thrust. Calira's breath left her in a low, broken sound as the thick length filled her again. She dropped her head forward, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Yes… just like that. Now move."
Ray set a strong, even rhythm, hips meeting her ass with solid impact each time he bottomed out. The angle let him drive deeper than before, and every stroke pulled a clearer moan from her throat. He kept one hand firm on her hip and let the other roam—sliding under her to cup a heavy breast, pinching the nipple, then trailing back down to rub slow circles over her clit in time with his thrusts.
Calira pushed back to meet him, matching the pace with open greed. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the suite, mixed with her increasingly unrestrained voice.
"Harder," she demanded, the word muffled against the mattress. "I can take it."
He gave her harder. The Six Winged Physique made the stronger pace sustainable; he did not ease off even when her arms trembled and she dropped to her elbows.
Each deep thrust forced a sharp moan out of her. When he leaned forward, chest against her back, and reached around to work her clit more firmly, Calira's whole body jolted.
"Fuck—right there, do not stop—"
She came hard, walls clamping down around him, a fresh rush of wetness spilling out as she cried out into the sheets. Ray worked her through it without slowing, grinding deep while she shook under him, until the intensity forced her to reach back and push weakly at his thigh.
"Enough—pull out, I need a moment."
He withdrew. Calira collapsed onto her side, breathing hard, one arm thrown over her eyes. For a short while the only sound was her recovering breath. Then she lowered the arm and looked at him, mouth curved in exhausted satisfaction.
"Water. Then we continue."
Ray poured from the decanter, helped her sit up enough to drink, and waited while she collected herself. When she was ready she pulled him back down onto the bed and climbed on top once more, this time facing away from him in reverse.
She sank onto his cock with a long, shaky exhale, then began riding with slow, rolling movements that let him watch every flex of her back and the way her ass met his hips.
"Your hands," she said over her shoulder. "Use them."
He did—gripping her waist, then sliding up to squeeze her breasts from behind, then down again to hold her steady while he thrust up to meet every drop of her hips.
The new angle made her louder. Soft curses and broken moans spilled out of her as she chased another climax, hair sticking to her damp skin, body moving with open, hungry abandon.
When she came this time it was quieter but longer, a deep, trembling release that left her slumped forward with his cock still buried inside her. Ray followed soon after, holding her hips tight as he spilled deep for the final time that night, the heat of it pulling one last weak sound from her throat.
They stayed like that for a while, both spent, the suite quiet except for the slowing of their breath. Eventually Calira lifted herself off him and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling with a tired but content expression.
"That is enough," she said at last. "The booking is finished."
She did not speak again while she cleaned up and dressed with unhurried movements. The precise, controlled woman from the reception room slowly returned as she fixed her hair and slipped back into the charcoal coat. Only when she was fully put together did she look at him once more.
"Tell Seris the evening met expectations," she said. "I may request you again."
Then she left without another word, the door closing softly behind her.