It was a good thing Acheron gave in like that, because Naovi had been close to begging--and she never begged. But right then, in that moment, she felt like if he didn't do something and soon, she was going to die.
Maybe a bit dramatic, but she needed this, her body burning with arousal and only one way to quench it.
Finally, finally he pressed and sank into her, and Naovi let out a shuddering gasp as she was stretched and filled, her toes curling into the sheets and hands clenching into fists above her head, her head thrown back and spine arched to roll her hips up against his. She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out in a moan as he started to move, so slowly and teasingly so she could feel every ridge and line of his cock before he thrust in harder, surprising her enough to make her squeak. She squirmed beneath him, rocking up into him, trying to goad him into moving faster as she ground her pelvis against his and whimpered as that stroked her clit in the process, making her shudder beneath him. But she didn't want this, this slow almost-lovemaking.
She wanted to be fucked, wanted to be pounded into the mattress, and she wiggled her hips impatiently, sex tightly clenching around his, her hands tugging against his hold on her wrists.
"What are you doing?" she whined, panting, her tails curling along his legs. She bucked her hips and hooked her feet behind his knees to give herself more leverage as she rolled up into his thrusts. "I said fuck me!" And she leaned up as much as she could to nip sharply at his neck. "Harder..."