"Damien," She cried out, clinging to him as she moved against his thrusting hips, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. She needed this, the one moment she felt completely connected to him...owned by him...possessed.
Each thrust Damien made into her willing body forced a cry of pleasure and worship from her lips, the bond between them, often broken and strained re-enforced by the movements of their bodies, the feelings drawn through nerves, emotional turning physical.
Her magic rose up to meet his call, her skin starting to glow as Damien thrust deeper into her, drawing a keening cry from her lips.