Jasmine moans loudly as she feels him deep inside her, moving faster and rougher now. Her body arches back, pressing against his, their chests heaving with the effort of their passionate coupling. She glances down at them both, watching as they become one, lost in the moment.

"Faster," she pants, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you to go faster..."

The demon obliges, thrusting his hips upward with more force as he pushes deeper into Jasmine's body. She cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she meets every stroke with equal fervor. Their skin slips and slides against each other, sweat and desire mixing together in a heady cocktail of ecstasy.

"I can feel you tightening around me," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Are you close?" The question is more demand than query;