The deep thrusts turned into a fevered rhythm, the kind that stole every shred of air from Xion's lungs.
Each snap of Darius' hips sent another ripple of heat curling deep inside, until the sound of water slapping rock blurred into the ragged chorus of their breathing.
The nips on his skin veered into harsh sucking and bites.
Violent shivers wrecked his body when Darius slid in with his entire length in a single thrust, rubbing over that delicate bump that made Xion see stars.
The grip on his hips had gotten tighter as Darius let his mouth work on the sensitive nipples until they looked as red and decorated with bite marks just like his slender neck and chest.
Perfect, Darius thought as he plunged in, forcing Xion to cry louder.
Covered with my mark, my sweet Xion looks so fucking perfect.
Xion was barely holding on, the pleasure coiling tight in his core, "Darius — Ah!"
