He didn't stay there long. The drug of the moment was taking hold, a frantic need to see her from every angle. He pulled back, his skin slick with sweat, and nudged her onto her hands and knees.
"Stay like that," he commanded, his voice a low, jagged rasp.
She obeyed instantly, her palms flat against the mattress. Seron moved behind her, his fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head back as he slid back inside.
The position was raw, primal, the kind of fun he had always craved but rarely found with the girls he'd tried to impress in his old life. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her spine, guiding her hips with a firm, bruising grip as he increased the tempo.
