His command hangs in the air, a thick, tangible thing. I want to watch you make her come. The words sink into my skin, branding me with their intent. My entire world has narrowed to this small clearing, to the scent of us, to the electric space where our bodies connect. Elara’s eyes, dark pools of liquid heat, meet mine. There is no hesitation in her, only a thrilling, feral certainty. Her hand slides from my hip, her fin...