She met him with a growl, straddling him before he could even rise. Her body slammed into his with all the raw fury of a wave breaking over rocks. Her nails carved into his back, her teeth at his collarbone.
"Claim me," she hissed, and he did.
When she came, she screamed.
The second heartbeat doubled.
Stella kissed him next - soft, slow, curling herself around him like a song. Their rhythm was patient, tender, every thrust a caress. She wept when she came, arms trembling around him, body quivering in aftershocks.
Another pulse joined.
Emma pushed him down and took him with quiet command. No words. No games. Just depth and intensity. She held his face while she rode him, eyes locked on his until they both broke apart together.
The moss glowed beneath them now, every fiber golden.