He helped her with her clothes, and soon shed his own, the air cool against his heated skin. He gazed upon Aurelya's pale skin once more, every curve and hollow a landscape he longed to explore.
Aurelya blushed, her hands fluttering to cover her breasts and the soft flower between her thighs. "Don't keep looking," she whispered, her voice a mixture of shyness and invitation.
Lumberling gently took her hands, his eyes holding hers. "I want to see all of you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, each touch sending shivers through her. Then, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He followed, his body aligning with hers.
"I'm coming in," he breathed, his voice husky.
Aurelya nodded, her eyes wide and trusting. "Yes, please," she whispered. "Fill me."
