The room was filled with slow moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
Thanks to the sound suppressing runes Adrian had planted around the room even if someone was to walk by they wouldn't have found out what was happening inside.
Inside the room, Adrian had swept everything off the low tea table with one impatient arm (cups clattered, a book thumped to the floor) and laid Ariana across the cool wood.
Her back arched as he drove into her again, deep and steady, her thighs spread wide around his hips. Silver hair fanned beneath her like spilled starlight; every thrust sent ripples through her breasts and made the faint scars on her stomach dance.
He leaned over her, mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all tongue and breathless hunger. She tasted herself on him and moaned into it, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Their kisses broke only when air became too precious, lips sliding to jaws, throats, the curve where neck met shoulder.
