The pace intensified. Martin tightened his grip and thrust upward, forcing Katherine to brace one hand against the sofa. She adjusted the angle of her knees and shoulders whenever he pressed closer, refusing to let the changing position break their rhythm.
Red curls twisted between his fingers. Martin leaned forward when she took him deeper, his free hand clenching around the edge of the cushion, and Katherine held herself there until a hoarse sound broke from him.
Cassandra's hand became still inside her trousers. She had watched Martin remain calm while entire guilds hunted him and seen him face players who outnumbered him without losing his steady confidence. Watching Katherine finally tear that control away affected Cassandra more strongly than any of his victories inside the game.
"Katherine..." The warning broke apart before it reached the end of her name.
