She straddled him again, not waiting a second. She grabbed his shaft and slammed her sanctum down onto it. "Fuck!" she cried out at the sudden, deep penetration.

She immediately started bouncing. Her ass smacked down onto his thighs with wet, loud slaps. She put her hands on his chest for leverage and rode him like she was possessed. Her movements were wild, uncontrolled, fueled by pure need.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls.

He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her tits bouncing and her face contorted in ecstasy. He gripped her hips, helping to slam her down harder with every thrust.

"Your shaft is so fucking good!" she wailed, her head thrown back.

The sound of their frantic fucking filled the room—a symphony of wet slaps, desperate moans, and her breathless cries. She was a wild woman, taking exactly what she wanted, using his body to chase her own pleasure. Her pace became frantic, a blur of motion. She was so close, teetering right on the edge.

**Scene 10**

Qin Wei stayed on his knees for a moment, just watching her. Thea was sprawled on the bathmat, her skin flushed a deep pink from the heat and the sex, her hair a damp tangle around her face. She looked completely wrecked, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He moved over her, caging her body with his, and lowered his hips. He slid back into her in one smooth, deep stroke, and she arched her back off the floor.

"Ahhhh, fuck," she breathed out, her voice a ragged whisper. "Yes..."

He started moving, a slow, deliberate rhythm at first. He wanted to feel every inch of her, to memorize the way her body gripped his. "You're so fucking tight," he grunted, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He could feel her rapid pulse against his lips. He kissed her shoulder, then bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp.

"Harder," she pleaded, her hands coming up to clutch at his back, her nails digging into his skin. "Qin Wei, fuck me harder."

He obliged. He pulled back almost all the way out and then slammed forward, making her whole body jolt. "Like that?" he growled.

"God, yes! Like that!" she cried out.

He set a punishing pace, the sound of his hips smacking against hers echoing in the small bathroom. *Thwack... thwack... thwack...* He was hitting that spot deep inside her, the one that made her see stars. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Oh... oh... oh... fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Not yet," he commanded, and suddenly he shifted. He hooked one of her legs, lifting it high and draping it over his shoulder. The change in angle made her scream. "FUCK! QIN WEI!"

Her whole body went taut as a bowstring. He was so deep it almost hurt, but it was the most exquisite pain she'd ever felt. He could see it on her face, the pure, unadulterated pleasure. He shifted her hips slightly to the side, changing the angle just enough to drive her absolutely wild. He started pistoning into her, fast and hard. *Squelch... squelch... squelch...* The sound of her dripping wet sanctum taking his shaft was obscene.

"Look at me," he ordered. Her eyes, glazed over with lust, struggled to focus on his. "Who's fucking you?"

"You! You are!" she sobbed, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Say my name."

"Qin Wei! Oh, god, Qin Wei!" she chanted, her voice breaking with every thrust. He could feel her inner walls starting to flutter, a sure sign she was on the edge. He reached down with his free hand and started rubbing her clit in tight, hard circles. That was all it took.

"YES! YES! YES! I'M releasing!" she screamed, her body convulsing violently beneath him. Her back arched off the floor, her leg trembling against his shoulder as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her.

**Scene 11**

He rode out her orgasm, his thrusts slowing as she came down from her high. When her body finally went limp, he gently lowered her leg and pulled out. He was still rock hard, aching for his own release. He lay down beside her on the floor, pulling her into a spooning position. He was still breathing heavily, his chest heaving against her back.

"You okay?" he murmured, kissing the sweat-slick skin of her shoulder.

She just hummed in response, a contented, sated sound. He lifted her top leg and slid back into her from the side. The position was intimate, deep. He could kiss her neck, nibble on her earlobe as he started a slow, grinding rhythm. "Mmmmm," she moaned, pushing her ass back against him. "Don't stop."

He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight, while his other hand roamed over her body, squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. He picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward. "You feel incredible," he groaned into her ear. "So fucking wet for me."

"Always," she gasped. "I'm always wet for you."

He fucked her like that for a while, but the slow, deep pace was torture for his own need. He wanted more. He needed to take control again. He pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the loss. "On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Thea scrambled to obey, her muscles still trembling from her orgasm. She got onto all fours, her ass high in the air, her dripping sanctum completely exposed to him. "Please," she whimpered, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Please fuck me."

He knelt behind her, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. "FUCK!" she screamed, her arms nearly buckling.

He held her hips in a bruising grip and started to fuck her with everything he had. This was raw, primal. He was an animal, and she was his mate. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud and wet. *SMACK... SMACK... SMACK...* Her moans were no longer words, just desperate, guttural sounds. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

He was pounding into her so hard her whole body was shaking. The bathmat was bunching up under her knees. He could feel his own orgasm building, a tight heat in his balls. "You're gonna take all of it," he grunted, his voice strained. "You're gonna take every last drop."

He fucked her harder, faster, chasing his release. The force of his thrusts was finally too much. With a cry, her arms gave out completely and she collapsed face-first onto the floor, her ass still held high by his grip on her hips. He didn't miss a beat. He followed her down, his knees still on the floor, his body covering hers as he continued to hammer into her prone form. He was using her body for his own pleasure now, and she loved it. He could feel her limp body trembling beneath him, her muffled moans absorbed by the bathmat. With a final, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pouring his release deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and spent, a tangled, sweaty heap on the bathroom floor.

He was still breathing hard, his body humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knelt over her, watching as she slowly, shakily, turned onto her back. Her eyes were soft, hazy with satisfaction, a small, blissful smile playing on her swollen lips. He stroked his shaft, still hard and slick with her juices, and with a low groan, he aimed it at her. Thick, white ropes of release shot out, splattering across her stomach and chest in hot, sticky trails. A final shudder ran through him, and he collapsed onto the floor beside her, completely spent.

They lay there for a long time, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the distant drip of a faucet. The steam in the room had begun to dissipate, and a cool breeze drifted over their sweat-slicked skin. Thea turned her head to look at him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns through the mess on her belly.

"Where did you get this idea?" she asked, her voice soft and curious. "We can have sex in this way too? Back when we first came here, we slept many times, but it was all in the bedroom... and not like this."

Qin Wei chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. He thought to himself, *Well, thanks to all the porn I watched over the years on the internet.^1,2^* Instead, he gave her a roguish grin. "Well, I'm the lecher of Llyne city. I ought to know that much."

Thea let out a small laugh and playfully slapped his chest. "Stop it. That's not a compliment."

He caught her hand, his grin softening into a genuine smile as he pulled her into his arms. "Sorry..." he murmured, kissing her forehead. "But well... at least those experiences now can be used to pleasure you." He held her close, her head resting on his chest, and they both drifted into a peaceful, exhausted silence.

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