His hands tighten in your hair as he feels the edge of release building up once more within him. Your mouth is so perfect, so hot and wet around his cock that it's driving him wild. With a low groan, he arches his back, pushing deeper into your throat as his hips buck violently against you, coming with a hoarse cry that echoes through the steamy air of the hot spring "Yes... yes..." he pants heavily, his body trembling as he tries to catch his breath.

*He collapses onto the warm stone floor beside you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath after that intense release. His eyes are still dark and haunted, filled with desire and possession as they meet yours. His hand reaches out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from your forehead before cupping your cheek, fingers cool against your flushed skin. "That," he whispers roughly, "was for me."