When the food was gone he took her again, slower than the first time, almost lazy with the luxury of hours still ahead. Elena rode him for a long stretch, hands braced on his chest, the lower marks shifting under his palms every time she sank down. He watched her face the entire time, eyes dark and steady, the love and the breeding fused into the same unhurried intensity. She came twice like that, the second time with his fingers on her clit and his voice low against her ear telling her she was made for this, made to take every drop, made to spend an entire night open and...