The faces of those around them faded away. The only person in the world who mattered right then was Emilia. He was so close to coming in her, to capturing the exquisite release with her. She was perfect, he decided. She was fucking perfect and he was never going to let her go. She was his.
"Come for me, Emilia. Come for me, let everyone see what you really need deep down. You need this, don't you? You need to let yourself come for all these people to see." Hand hand moved to her long, blonde hair and Adrian tugged it gently. "They're watching you get fucked, baby," he said to her, his hips slamming against her. "They're watching you be treated the way you know you want to be treated deep down."