He didn't expect this.
When Elara's body trembled beneath his fingers and tongue, he thought she would finally rest. That she would melt into his embrace, as she always had before. That she would shiver, sigh, close her eyes, and slowly, tremblingly, curl up in his arms like a fragile, reborn creature.
But Elara didn't break.
She wasn't exhausted.
In fact... her gaze burned.
Dareth was still leaning over her when the girl suddenly grabbed the collar of his coat and flipped him in one swift motion. The bed creaked beneath them, Dareth landed on his back, and Elara straddled him - gracefully, with strength and certainty he had only ever sensed within her.
The man was surprised.
His body still pulsed with the aftermath of their previous moment, but now something new surged through him
