Mia moved with him. Her legs wrapped his hips. Her walls clenched in steady waves that pulled at him. The network between them—already strong—began to thicken. He felt the synchronization percentage tick upward in real time at the edge of his vision.
[Synchronization: 98.4%]
[Essence transfer rate: optimal]
[Partner response: high receptivity]
He shifted angle, driving deeper, grinding against the spot that made her thighs tremble. Mia's eyes stayed open and locked on his. No theatrics. No performance. Just the raw, focused exchange of what the system demanded.
