After a few minutes, when the last aftershocks had faded.
Ethan lay beside her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The room was quiet, but their hearts were still racing.
Seraphina shifted closer, her skin warm against his. She reached out, letting her fingers rest on his chest.
"You’re not tired?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with that sa fire. "Not even close."
She bit her lip, cheeks still flushed. "Good."
His hand moved down her side, slow and easy, like he was feeling her all over again. She shivered under his touch, the space between them disappearing fast.
"You’re so damn beautiful," he muttered, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
"And you’re addictive," she whispered back, eyes half-lidded, voice soft.
They stayed like that for a beat—close, breathing the sa air, the warmth building again without needing words.
Then she leaned in and kissed him, slow at first... but it didn’t stay slow for long.
His mouth was hungry on hers, and she kissed him back just as fiercely, their tongues sliding together, their bodies pressed against each other.
Before long, the fire was back, and they were clinging to one another, the passion burning hotter than before.
When he finally pulled away, she was already breathless.
Her skin was glowing, and her lips were red and swollen.
She stared at him, and her gaze was like a drug, pulling him in and making him want more.
His heart pounded in his chest, and his blood was running hot, but he managed to keep his voice steady.
"So," he asked. "Where were we?"
A wicked smile curved her mouth, and her eyes glittered with desire.
"Right where we belong," she murmured.
He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, sending a shiver through her.
"I couldn’t agree more."
He reached for her again, and this ti, there was nothing gentle about his touch.
His hands road her body, exploring every curve, tracing the lines of her muscles, and cupping her breasts.
She arched her back, pushing into his hands, craving more contact.
"More," she breathed.
"Give more."
Her words were like a drug, and he couldn’t resist her.
He rolled her onto her back and pinned her down, his body pressing against hers.
His dick was rock-hard, and it throbbed with need.
He kissed her again, rough and passionate, and she responded eagerly, her lips parting to accept him.
They lost themselves in the heat of the mont, their bodies moving together as one.
When they finally ca up for air, he looked down at her and saw the hunger in her eyes.
She wanted him.
All of him.
And he was ready to give her everything she desired.
With a growl, he thrust into her waiting pussy, filling her completely.
"Ooohh..." she moaned, her voice shaky from the sudden rush of pleasure.
"Yes... yes... YES."
He moved without hesitation, hips rolling into a steady rhythm that made her breath catch with every thrust.
The room filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together—skin against skin, breath against breath.
Every ti she gasped, he answered with a deeper stroke. Every ti she moaned, he followed it with a low growl of his own.
It wasn’t just raw need—it was sothing deeper. Sothing real. Their bodies moved like they belonged together.
Their rhythm built quickly, growing faster, louder, and more intense. The air turned thick with heat, sweat, and desire—like their energy was pouring into each other, feeding the fire between them.
"Yes... fuck, yes..." she gasped, her voice rising as her fingers dug into the sheets, clutching them tight.
"Oh god—don’t stop," she pleaded, her body trembling as she pushed back against him.
And he didn’t.
He kept going, driving into her again and again, each thrust strong and controlled, like he knew her body better than she did.
Her back arched, hips rocking with his, and her cries filled the room as pleasure took over everything else.
The way he moved inside her, the friction of their bodies, the weight of his presence behind her—it was overwhelming.
Her mind blurred. Her breath hitched.
Then, with a sharp gasp, her whole body tensed. A powerful orgasm hit her like a wave crashing through her, stealing the air from her lungs.
Her legs shook as her inner walls clamped down tight around him.
"Fuuuuck..." she moaned, the sound barely audible as her vision went white.
But even as her body shuddered, he didn’t stop. His rhythm slowed just enough to draw out every second of her climax, keeping her right on the edge between bliss and overload.
Her hand reached back weakly, fingertips brushing against his thigh like she was trying to hold onto sothing—anything—while the pleasure kept crashing over her in waves.
He was still hard. Still moving.
And she could barely breathe.
The aftershocks of her orgasm left her body twitching, overly sensitive, but he didn’t stop.
His strokes were slower now, deeper—asured, like he was savoring every second. Like he didn’t want this mont to end.
"Y-You’re still going?" she managed to whisper, voice trembling with disbelief and lingering pleasure.
He leaned forward, his chest brushing her back, his breath hot against her ear. "Told you I’m not done."
A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips, but it turned into a moan as he pushed deeper, making her hips jerk forward.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets again, trying to anchor herself. Her heart was racing, and her body was already building again—too fast, too soon. But she didn’t want him to stop.
"Then take it," she whispered, her voice low, hungry, desperate.
That was all he needed.
His grip on her hips tightened, and his pace picked up—not rough, but powerful. Controlled. Each thrust sent heat shooting up her spine, and she could feel herself lting all over again.
The sounds between them grew louder—wet, steady, raw. The room was filled with the rhythm of their bodies and the soft cries spilling from her lips with every movent.
It didn’t take long.
Her body was already on edge from before, and the way he kept hitting that perfect spot with unrelenting focus had her unraveling faster than she thought possible.
Reviews
All reviews (0)