Bel lifted Emma from his lap. He couldn't control himself any longer and simply needed to take Emma, feel her around him, her energy filling him as he in turn filled her. That was the problem with this Form. So impulsive. He gritted his teeth and held back.
“Are you ready for me Emma?” He murmured next to her ear. She moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder, one hand tangling in his hair, the other drifting between her thighs to find him. He hissed a breath as she gripped him and slid herself along his arousal. “I'm taking that as a yes.” He ground out, allowing her to rock herself against his hips. She whimpered and he answered by tightening his grip on her, adjusting her position, pushing her shoulders forward so that she was forced to lay on her forearms on the bed,
