He couldn't take it, he needed so much. So much he had to do to her, had to take from her before he was satisfied. He pulled his hand away and kissed her hard, grunting and growling lowly.
He continued, as hard and as fast as he could. He grunted and moaned lowly in her ear again and again, his cock throbbing harder than it was before inside her.
She was getting so close. She could feel it, but couldn't warm him with him muffling her. She didn't want him to remove his hand anyway, couldn't risk being heard.
Cepha was shamelessly addicted to him. She had tried to ask the Gods for help but that only seemed to make it worse. Maybe they were guiding her to him? Telling her they were meant to be? The notion seemed silly and irrational, but as a servant to the Gods, she wasn't one to turn a blind eye to their messages.