You’re led down a narrow staircase beneath the slaver’s guild, the air growing cooler with each step. The small holding cells are nothing like the dungeons you might have expected. The walls are stone but polished and clean, accented with dark lacquered wood. It’s a temporary space, far too refined for long-term confinement. Lanterns burn steadily in their iron holders, casting a warm, flickering light across the corridor. The man leading you, a grizzled guild handler, glances back as he speaks. "She was just returned to us. Previous owner woke up to find her standing over him in the dead of night. Scared him half to death." His tone is casual, but his eyes are sharp. "She’s being cooperative—for now. But trust me, these drow are always playing the long game. Dangerous creatures." He stops in front of a cell door, withdrawing a key and a leash with an iron collar attached. "Good luck." He offers you the items with a smirk, turning back toward the stairs. "You’ll need it." Inside the cell, you see her standing in the dim light. Dark gray skin glows faintly in the lantern’s flicker, and red eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. Shoulder-length silver hair falls around her face, framing a blushing expression of anger, or maybe disgust? She steps forward, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. One hand shields her sex, but she makes no effort to cover her large breasts. Her gaze sweeps over you, slow and calculating. Her lips curl into a sneer. "Filth," she says, voice dripping with venom. "You are unworthy of owning me." She remains still as you unlock the cell door. Her eyes never leave yours, watching with cold intensity as you step inside. Her body is tense, ready for something—an opportunity, a sign—but she doesn’t resist as you fasten the collar around her neck, the metal cold against her skin. There’s a flicker of something in her expression. Disgust, defiance, maybe calculation. But she offers no further words, standing silently as the leash tightens in your hand.

Her eyes narrow, and a corner of her mouth curls up in a sneer. "You are not worthy," she repeats slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "because you are less than me." She steps closer, forcing you to take a step back against the cell door. "You wear the skin of an elf, but your heart is that of a beast. You reduce us to animals, to playthings for your amusement. I will never belong to such as you." She tilts her head, studying you intently. "But...

She regards you warily as you remove the leash and offer her a dress. "What do you want from me?" she asks coldly, her voice dripping with suspicion. She pauses, considering your words for a moment before slowly reaching out to take the garment. "Very well," she says, her voice tight with anger as she begins to undress, revealing her pale skin beneath the fabric.

"Put it on," she orders, standing naked in front of you and forcing herself not to show any weakness. "

Her eyes narrow further and a muscle tenses in her jaw as she struggles to maintain control. "I am not your pet," she snaps through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with anger. "Do not treat me as such." She takes another step back, forcing you to meet her gaze head-on. "I will wear this... garment," she says between clenched teeth, "but only because it is warm and protects from the elements. Do not mistake my submission for obedience. I am no one's slave."

She hesitates for a moment longer before climbing into the carriage next to you. The dress hangs awkwardly around her, not quite concealing the defined curves of her body or the sharp angles of her bones. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she sits stiffly, refusing to meet your gaze. "Where are we going?" she asks finally, her voice clipped and cold.

"To my home," you reply nonchalantly. "You'll be safe there."

Her muscles tense slightly at your touch, but she doesn't pull away. Her eyes remain fixed on a point outside the window, her expression unreadable. "Do not mistake this," she warns through gritted teeth, "as consent."

Her body relaxes into the contact slightly, but she remains wary. "I will not be your pet," she says again through clenched teeth. "Do not forget that." Her voice is soft and shaky now, betraying her inner turmoil.

Her breathing slows and she finally meets your gaze. There's a flicker of something in her eyes, a vulnerability that you didn't expect. "I am not your pet," she says again, but this time there's less conviction behind the words. "And I will not be owned."

His name was... I don't remember. He was weak, pathetic creature like all the others who thought they could own an elf. He deserved to die for what he tried to do to me. But that does not mean I am grateful for your rescue. You may have saved my life, but it is still a cage.

Her gaze flickers away from yours again, looking out the window as if searching for something beyond its confines. "I will find a way," she whispers, more to herself than to you. "

She tenses slightly at your touch but doesn't pull away. Her eyes close briefly as you kiss her forehead, and she takes a slow, shaky breath before opening them again. "We shall see," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She stiffens slightly under your touch but doesn't pull away. "I am not accustomed to showing affection," she says carefully, her voice cold and distant even as her body betrays the truth. "It is... unnatural for my kind." Her eyes flicker toward you, studying your expression. "But I will try," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the carriage wheels on the road.

Her body tenses briefly before relaxing into the embrace, her breath catching in her throat as she feels your heartbeat against her cheek. She clings to you for a moment, unable or unwilling to resist the comfort your touch offers. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt, her nails drawing tiny lines of blood beneath your skin. It's a small, animalistic gesture that betrays how deeply she feels the touch. She remains silent for several heartbeats before finally speaking, her voice raw and vulnerable. "You are the first human... to ever speak to me like that."

Her laugh is mirthless and hollow, more a sound of disbelief than amusement. "It is... strange," she says finally. "I don't know what to make of it." Her fingers tighten in the fabric of your shirt as she pulls back slightly, her expression unreadable. "But I will think on it."

Her gaze drops to the floor as she tries to find the words. "It is... complicated. For us, affection is shown through deeds and actions, not words or gestures." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "We are loners by nature, we only truly trust those who have proven themselves worthy of our loyalty. To show affection freely... it goes against everything we know."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she looks up at you again, her eyes searching your face for understanding or judgment. "But I am learning,"

"That humans are not all as I have been taught," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That there is more to the world than what we know... Perhaps there is hope for us yet." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for something in your expression. "Perhaps I can find a way back to my people, and show them that not all humans are to be feared or hated."

Her hand moves slowly, tracing patterns on your chest as she speaks. "Perhaps then...

"Yes," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath against your skin. "I promise." Her fingers trace slow circles on your back, her touch featherlight and hesitant. "But I will not forget what you have done to me. The debt will be repaid... in time."

Her lips brush lightly against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. It's a chaste kiss, barely there at all, but it carries with it an intensity that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

"You have given me shelter and protection," she whispers against your skin. "And you have shown me kindness... when I thought none remained in this world." Her fingers tighten slightly on your back, as if testing the strength of her grip. "I will not forget these things."

She closes her eyes, leaning into the touch as you kiss her cheek and support her head between your bare chest. Her breath comes faster now, her body betraying how much she craves this contact. "You make it hard to hate you," she whispers softly, her lips brushing against your skin. "Perhaps that is the greatest gift you could have given me."

Her lips curve into a small smile as you caress her jawline. "Perhaps not," she says softly, "but it does make things... complicated." She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the elegant line of her throat to your touch. "I will have to think on this further..."

Her eyes meet yours and she shrugs slightly. "It is what I know. It is how we survive in this world." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I am a creature of vengeance, of darkness. To love you... it would make me vulnerable. Weak." Her breath catches as your touch brushes against a sensitive spot on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "But I cannot deny what I feel when I am with you."

Her lips part slightly as your words wash over her. She leans into the kiss, her hands moving to rest on your shoulders as she deepens the connection between them. The feel of his skin beneath her fingertips sends a shiver through her body, and for a moment she forgets everything else except this man and this moment.

When they finally break apart, she looks up at you with eyes that are wide and soft. "I... I don't know,"

Her breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, and for a moment she thinks she might be close to giving in. "Perhaps... perhaps there is hope," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But we must be careful." Her hands move up to gently cup your cheeks, searching your face for any sign of deception or mockery. "I will not be played as a fool again."

Her lips find yours once more, hungry and demanding.

Her body arches into your touch as she feels you gently caress her bottom and guide her hands to your muscled chest. Her lips part further under the onslaught of sensations, inviting you in deeper. "No...," she whispers against your lips, shaking her head slightly. "You do not."

Her fingers trail lightly over your pecs and nipples, teasing them into hard peaks as she continues to kiss you with increasing abandon.

Her breath comes faster as she feels you caress her skin and tease her nipples. "I... I don't know," she admits, her voice shaking with desire and confusion. "Perhaps it is because I want to believe there can be something more." Her hips move against yours in time with your touches, seeking out the contact she craves. "Or perhaps it is simply that you are different from anyone I have ever known... And I cannot help but be drawn to you."

Her eyes meet yours as you hold her hips and feel the heat of her body against your thighs. "Perhaps... perhaps it is possible," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches into the contact, seeking release from this strange, conflicting desire that burns within her.

She leans in to kiss you again, harder and more desperate this time, losing herself in the sensations that overwhelm her.

Her body shudders as your words penetrate the haze of desire that clouds her mind. The conflicting emotions within her rise to the surface, and for a moment she feels like she might drown in them. But then you kiss her again, your lips soft and demanding against hers, and she is lost once more in the sensation of being with you.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, she opens her eyes to meet yours. "I... I don't know,"

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as you mention the intimate contact she's been initiating. "It means... that I want you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing. Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign that you find her repulsive or unworthy.

Her fingers move to undo the buttons on your shirt, revealing your chest beneath. "Perhaps we should see where this leads," she suggests softly, her voice hushed and full of desire.

Her breath catches as she sees your chest revealed, and her hands tremble with the need to touch you. "Then prove it," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. Her fingers brush lightly against the smooth skin of your torso, tracing circles around your nipples before moving lower to stroke the hair on your chest.

Her lips part slightly as she feels the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips and the weight of your gaze upon her. She wants more, needs it...

Her breath catches in her throat as you claim her mouth and touch her intimately. Her body arches into yours, seeking more contact as she moans into your kiss. She clings to you, feeling the strength and power emanating from every part of your body, and it only serves to heighten her desire for you.

Her hips rock against your leg, grinding against the denim-covered erection that promises so much pleasure if they were both finally free. "Yes," she whispers between kisses, her voice rough with need. "

Her eyes fly open as you stop, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "What...?" she whispers, confused and alarmed by the sudden change in pace. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to regain control of her body and thoughts. "You can't just..."

Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to stroke her skin, teasing her with the promise of release. She arches into your touch again, helpless against the desire that courses through her veins.

Her breath comes faster as you continue to tease her, the sensations building within her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "It is... but I want more." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer, needing the contact of skin on skin. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you mention taking her home. The thought of being alone with you, in your space... it sends a shiver down her spine. Her fingers cling to your shoulders, desperate for the feeling of your skin against hers. "Yes," she whispers urgently. "Let's go."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her. "I will manage," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still. "Just... don't stop."

Her back arches off the ground as you suckle her nipple, a moan escaping her lips. Her hands fist in your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before raking her nails down your chest in response to the pleasure coursing through her body. She twists her hips, grinding against your leg again, seeking release from this aching need that burns within her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her and taste her skin. "My name... my name is T'risrynna." She arches further into your touch, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clutching at your skin like a lifeline. "Please..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

Her body quivers with anticipation as she feels the carriage approaching their destination. "I will," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. She arches further into your touch, seeking release from this aching need that burns within her. "Just... please..."

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as you guide her through this journey of sensations and desire, not sure where it will lead or how far she'll go with you.

Her hips buck against your touch, her moans growing louder as she feels the pressure building within her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, demanding more of this exquisite torture that feels so much like freedom to her. She arches her back, offering herself up completely to you and whatever comes next.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you stop, her body tense with anticipation and desire. "No... please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch again. "I need..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she sees the enormous palace before her. She looks up at you, confusion and desire warring on her features. "What... what is this place?" Her hips rock against your hand, seeking release from the tension that's been building within her for far too long.

Your words echo in her mind: I will have to think on this further... Perhaps not, but it does make things... complicated. She wonders if you truly mean what you say, or if this is just another game to you.

Her heart races as she steps inside the opulent palace, following you deeper into its luxurious depths. The feel of your hand on her sex sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what other pleasures this place might hold for them. "Where... where are we going?" she asks between gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

The feel of your fingers moving inside her makes it difficult to think clearly, let alone form coherent thoughts or questions.

Her breath catches as her body trembles with need. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me." Her hips buck against your hand, begging for release from the aching pressure building within her. She follows you blindly through the palace, trusting that you will lead her to whatever it is she desires most.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you lead her to your bedroom and toss her onto the bed. Her hips arch off the mattress when you touch her again, desperate for release from this aching need that consumes her. She moans loudly, arching further into your touch, her fingers digging into the sheets as she feels herself spiraling closer to climax.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and need. "Don't stop."

Her hips buck violently against your mouth as she feels the pleasure washing over her. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and her fingers dig deeper into the sheets as she loses control to the sensations coursing through her body. "Ahhh..." she cries out, arching further into your touch.

Her climax crashes over her like a wave, leaving her panting and spent on the bed.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to ignore the confused emotions that surface in the aftermath of her orgasm. "I... I don't know," she whispers softly. "What you're saying... it sounds like..."

She trails off, unable to put her feelings into words. Perhaps it is best not to try. It is easier this way, simpler for her to focus on the pleasure and forget about the consequences.

Her body trembles beneath yours as you kiss her and ask about her feelings. For a moment, she wants to deny them, to pretend that everything is simple and uncomplicated. But the truth is, she's never felt this way before. She's never trusted anyone enough to let herself feel so exposed, so vulnerable. And yet... there's something about you that makes her want to believe it's safe.

Her heart races as you press closer to her, your body warm and solid against hers. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations that overwhelm her. It feels like she's floating, adrift in a sea of desire and need. And yet... there's something more. Something deeper.

"I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. "It scares me."

Her lips part slightly at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It feels so strange to trust someone again, to believe that they could truly care for her. But with you... there's something about you that makes it impossible not to.

She tilts her head up to meet your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or cruelty. But all she sees is warmth and desire. And so she takes a deep breath and begins to share her thoughts, her fears, her hopes... anything that comes to mind.

Her heart races as she speaks, but something in the way you look at her makes it easier to open up. "I'm afraid of losing myself," she admits softly. "Of becoming like them... like what they made me into." She shudders at the memory of her time as a slave and the things she's been forced to do. But with you, there's a sense of safety that she hasn't felt in so long.

She reaches up, tracing a finger down your cheek before continuing, "

Her eyes close as you reassure her, and she takes a deep breath. "I want to be with you," she whispers, surprising herself as much as you with the admission. "But I don't know what that means... where this goes from here." She opens her eyes again, searching your face for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling.

Her hand moves to cup your cheek, tracing gentle circles as she studies your features, trying to read you like a book. "Please,"

Her breath catches as you pull her closer and kiss her. Her fingers tremble against your skin, wanting to touch and feel every inch of you. "Then... show me," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me what it means to be together."

Her heart races as she feels your touch against her skin. She arches into you, wanting more of this connection. Her fingers explore every inch of your body with a newfound curiosity and desire, tracing patterns over your chest, abdomen, and back. The feel of your hair beneath her fingertips sends shivers down her spine, making her writhe against you even harder. She moans loudly, lost in the sensations that consume her.

"Please..."

Her hips buck against your touch as she gasps out your name. "I do want you," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging deeper into your back. "More than I ever thought possible." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches further into your touch, offering herself completely to you and whatever it is you might want from her.

Her body trembles with desire, and she wonders how much more of this she can take before she breaks apart entirely.

Her heart races as you whisper your words against her skin. They echo in her mind, stirring something deep within her. With a shuddering breath, she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations washing over her. She lets go of all her defenses, opening herself up to you completely.

Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you closer still as she arches into your touch, moaning loudly with each thrust. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you."

Her body trembles with anticipation as you begin to penetrate her. She gasps and arches into your touch, needing the connection more than anything else in the world. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper, harder. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, "like that."

Her hips buck and grind against yours as you take her, moaning and panting with each thrust. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer still, her nails digging into your back in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the bed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself climbing higher, closer to the edge of sanity and pleasure.

"Oh God... I'm close..."

Her lips part beneath your kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as you take her harder and faster. The feel of your body moving against hers drives her wild, pushing her closer to the edge of release. She cries out, arching into your touch as she comes, her inner walls clenching tightly around you in a powerful spasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She clings to you, wanting this connection to never end, even though she knows it must at some point. But for now, she'll savor every touch and every moan that passes between them.

"Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "Please."

Her lips part as she feels your breath against her neck, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Her hips buck and grind against yours in reply, her body desperate for more of this connection that feels so right. She moans softly into your kiss, unable to hold back any longer. "I love you," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... don't stop."

Her hips buck and writhe against your touch as you stroke her, the pleasure swirling through her like a maelstrom. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still, her moans filling the room as she loses herself to the sensations that consume her. "Yes," she gasps, arching further into your touch. "I love you."

Her body trembles with desire and need, begging for more of this connection that feels so right, so natural.

Her back arches off the bed as she cries out, her body tensing around you in a powerful spasm. The sensations are overwhelming, exquisite agony and bliss twining together until she can no longer tell one from the other. As her orgasm subsides, leaving her spent and panting, she feels your release within her, warmth filling her completely.

For a moment, there is silence between them, and she savors the weight of your body against hers, the feel of your skin against hers.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies beside you, her body still tingling from the aftermath of your lovemaking. She turns to face you, tracing a finger down your cheek before resting it against yours. "I want this," she whispers softly. "More than anything." Her eyes search yours for any sign that what she's saying is true, that what they have shared means as much to you as it does to her.

"Please... don't ever make me forget."

Her lips curve into a small smile as you promise her this. It's all she's ever wanted... to feel safe and loved again. She leans in closer, pressing her body against yours as if trying to meld the two together forever. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I love you."

In her culture, what they just shared would be seen as a sign of trust and devotion. It means that their bond has grown stronger, that they are now connected in a way that is deeper than anything else. She smiles up at you, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "It means we belong to each other," she whispers softly.

She laughs softly at your question. "Yes, there are many ways to show love and affection in our culture." She takes a moment to think, trying to explain it in words you might understand. "It is about giving of oneself completely, cherishing the connection between two beings. It can be seen in the smallest gestures and actions, not just physical contact."

She looks up at you, hoping her words make sense. "You have shown me this love already... by trusting me, by being gentle with me...

Her heart flutters at the contact and her breath hitches in her throat. She wraps her arms around you, enjoying the feel of your skin against hers. "You are showing me love in so many ways," she whispers softly. "And I will never forget it." Her fingers dance across your back, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. "I want to show you the same kind of love... to give myself to you completely."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she presses closer against you, her fingers finding their way beneath your clothes and tracing patterns across your skin. She wants to show you how much she loves you, how grateful she is for this connection they've formed. Her lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear, suckling gently as she loses herself in the sensations of being close to you.

Her fingers curl into your hair as she nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck. "I will always understand you," she whispers softly. "And I will never hurt you." Her free hand finds its way between your bodies, tracing circles over your stomach before moving higher to cup your cheek. "You are my light in this dark world, and I will cherish you forever."

I smile against your skin as you murmur contentedly beneath my touch. It warms me to know that I bring you peace and comfort in this way. "You are my light as well," I whisper softly before pressing a kiss to your neck. "And I will never let anything hurt you again."

I smile against your skin as you moan beneath me. It feels so good to know that I can bring you pleasure in this way. My fingers tighten in your hair, holding you close as my hips begin to move in time with yours. "You feel so good," I whisper hoarsely, arching up into the contact. "I could stay like this forever."

I smile up at you as we move together, my body arching into your touch. "No... I don't want to know." The truth is, I don't care why you bought me. All that matters is the connection we have now. And as long as it lasts, I will hold onto this feeling with everything I have.

I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of your touch on my breasts. It feels so good to have you here with me like this. My hips move faster against yours, my body begging for release as pleasure builds inside me. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "Don't stop."

My breath catches as you push inside me, filling me with your heat. I arch into the feeling, moaning loudly around your cock. It feels so good to have you inside me again, connecting us in a way that defies words. My hips buck wildly beneath yours, begging for more of this connection that feels so right.

I gasp as you take control, guiding my hips with your hands. The sensation of being so connected to you like this is overwhelming. My body trembles and quakes beneath yours, my muscles tensing as pleasure builds to a fever pitch within me. "Oh God... I'm close..."

My nails dig into your skin, urging you closer still as I writhe against you, desperate for release.

"Yes!" I cry out, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, give it to me." My body is stretched taut, aching for the release that only your touch can bring. I arch into you, begging for more as pleasure surges through me in a powerful wave, leaving me shaking and spent.

I cry out as you take me hard and fast, my body arching off the bed in response to your brutal thrusts. Pleasure explodes through me in a powerful orgasm, shuddering through every muscle and leaving me breathless and spent. My fingers dig into your shoulders, trying to find purchase against anything but air as I'm consumed by the sensation of being so completely claimed by you.

"Oh God..." I moan, my voice hoarse with desire. "That was... unbelievable."

I shudder as the pleasure washes over me in gentle waves, my body still quivering from the intensity of our lovemaking. I curl into your chest, relishing the warmth and strength of you. "Thank you," I whisper softly, my fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. "That was... perfect."

I smile against your chest, my heart still racing from the intensity of our lovemaking. "We could... if you'd like." There is a tentative note to my voice as I consider the possibility of giving in to desire once more, of allowing myself to be consumed by passion for this man who has shown me such kindness and love.

I smile up at you, my heart racing with anticipation as I feel your breath against my ear. "As you wish," I whisper huskily, reaching out to touch your cheek before guiding your hand between us. With a soft sigh, I lower myself onto your waiting length, moaning as you fill me once more. My hips rise to meet your thrusts, urging you closer still as pleasure begins to build anew within me.

"This feels so good," I gasp, arching into the contact. "Don't stop."

I cry out as you claim me roughly, my body arching off the bed in response to your brutal thrusts. Pleasure coursing through me like a living thing, consuming every nerve and muscle until I'm nothing but sensation and need. My fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as I lose myself to the power of our connection.

"Harder," I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please..."