I feel his struggle for control, his desire to let go warring with his need to make this last. It's intoxicating, knowing how much he wants me, how hard he's fighting to hold back.

"You're so beautiful like this," he says, his voice roughened with need. His hand cradles my face, turning it so I meet his gaze. "Flushed. Breathless. Taking me deeper."

The words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I tighten my legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer. "I want all of you," I tell him. "Don't hold back. Not with me."

Thunder cracks from the magical clouds and the rain grows thicker, pouring down harder around us until the steam rising from the water blots out everything but his face. His eyes.

Something flares in his eyes—a wild hunger I've only glimpsed before. "Be careful what you wish for, Nessa."

The rain falling in heavy sheets that plaster my hair to my face, to my neck. Water in the pool around us begins to move with more purpose, following the rhythm of our bodies, responding to my rising pleasure. I can feel myself drawing water essence unconsciously, making the pool swirl and eddy around us, feeding the clouds above until they swirl and churn, pouring water in a deluge that flickers with white light.

His movements grow deeper, more forceful, each thrust hitting a spot inside me that sends sparks shooting up my spine. I cling to him, hands grasping at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach. The tether between us throbs in time with our bodies, channeling his pleasure to me and mine to him, amplifying everything.

"Tell me what you need," he pants against my ear, his hands gripping my hips tightly enough to bruise. "I want to feel you come apart."

"You. You're all I need," I manage, my voice breaking as he shifts angles slightly, hitting even deeper.

He maintains the perfect rhythm, the perfect depth. Water splashes around us, steam billowing as his fire essence responds to his passion.

Raith's pace increases, his thrusts deeper, harder, driving me toward a peak I can already feel building. The water around us bubbles with his heat, adding to the dreamlike quality of everything.

"Touch yourself," he urges, his voice barely recognizable with need. "Let me see you come undone."

I slide a hand between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. The first touch makes me cry out, my inner walls clenching around him. Through the tether, I feel his reaction—a surge of pleasure so intense it nearly sends him over the edge.

"That's it," he encourages, his movements growing more erratic. "Let go, Nessa. I've got you."

The dual sensation of his hardness inside me and my fingers against my clit winds the tension higher and higher. Every nerve ending feels electrified, every stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The pressure builds until it's almost unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap.