Gon thrust up to meet her relentless rhythm, his rod plunging deep into her tight, slick heat, each motion a counterpoint to her fierce pace.
But he wasn't just reacting, he was attentive, shifting his hips subtly, adjusting angles until he found that sweet spot inside her that made her breath catch, her eyes flutter half-shut.
His hands roamed her body, restless and claiming, one slid up to her breast, squeezing the soft weight, fingers pinching her nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from her lips.
The other gripped her ass, kneading the firm curve, guiding her when she let him, his touch a steady anchor amid her wildness.
The bed creaked beneath them, the straw mattress shifting with every clash of their bodies, and the air grew heavy with the musk of sweat and the sharp tang of desire.
Zara leaned forward, her hair spilling over his chest like a dark curtain, and sank her teeth into his shoulder, a quick, feral bite that stung, marking him as hers.
