He bent close to her, enough for every whisper to be a vibration. "We're not done yet."
Diane gasped then moaned when the hot, heavy length of him pressed against her slick entrance. "Aegon..." she breathed. Not quite believing this moment.
"When I tell you to, I need you to draw on Aether" he whispered, his hand gripping her hip. No giving her time to think about it.
He thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The force shoved her forward, her fingers clawing into the sofa's upholstery to keep balance.
"Fuck," Aegon cursed under his breath, his hips already pistoning hard into her. He slammed into her, his pace ruthless, every thrust punctuated by the sound of skin meeting skin.
"Now Diane." he growled, but his hips betrayed him, driving deeper, faster.
Too dumbfounded and confused to think about it so she did. Drawing on Aether as he rammed into her from behind.
