He groans at my words, sliding himself into me with agonizing patience. His eyes never leave mine, watching for any sign of discomfort. I can feel his emotions. His desires.

He wants to grip me tight and pound into me, fucking me until I scream. But he wants me to feel safe even more. He wants to make sure I’m comfortable. That I feel protected.

There's a brief stretch and burn as my body accommodates him, but it fades quickly into pleasure so intense it takes my breath away.

"You're so warm in me," I gasp. "It feels so good, Raith."

"Gods," he breathes, his forehead resting against mine once he's fully seated within me. "You feel... incredible."

I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. His hands tighten on my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. A devious part of me wants to unleash the beast I feel within him—the beast that wants to fuck me so hard everyone in this wing of the academy will hear my screams.

"Don't move," he warns, his voice strained. "Not yet. I need a moment or this will be over embarrassingly fast."

I smile, oddly pleased by his admission. I press kisses to his jaw, his neck, feeling his pulse racing beneath my lips. "Been a while?"

"It's never felt like this," he confesses, his eyes meeting mine again. "Never this intense."

The tether between us pulses, growing stronger with our physical connection. I feel echoes of his pleasure mingling with my own, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatens to overwhelm us both. I can feel his thick heat filling me and stretching my walls, and... I can also feel a hint of my own walls squeezing against his heat, as if I'm feeling this from every possible angle.

"I can feel you," I whisper, awed. "Not just physically. I can feel your pleasure."

His eyes widen slightly. "I feel yours too. It's..." He shakes his head, words failing him.

When he finally begins to move, it's with controlled, measured strokes that make the water lap gently against the pool's edge. He watches me carefully and slowly zeroes in on the exact rhythm and spot that drives me absolutely wild with pleasure.

"More," I urge, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Faster."

Thunder rumbles overhead again and the clouds twist, churning with increased speed.

"Patience," he murmurs against my throat, but he complies, increasing his pace slightly. Each thrust sends water splashing, the gentle sounds mixing with our ragged breathing.

He walks us backward until my spine meets the edge of the pool again. The position gives him better leverage, and he uses it to grind against me, creating delicious friction where I need it most.

"Raith," I gasp, my head falling back against the stone edge.