"You feel incredible, Marcie," he rasped, beginning to move. His thrusts were slow, deliberate, pulling back until only his tip remained before driving back in with agonizing precision.
Each motion sent tremors of pleasure through Marceline's trembling body, her gasps mingling with the molten heat pooling in her core.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails grazing his skin with careful restraint, mindful not to harm the precious creature above her. Her back arched, meeting each controlled thrust, craving the delicious friction.
Zaeryn's rhythm grew relentless, each deep stroke igniting her senses, the raw power of his movements driving her wild. Her swollen lips parted in a needy moan, her body pressing closer, desperate for more.
"Zaeryn…" she breathed, her voice trembling with awe as she watched him above her, his powerful form commanding every sensation. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling him deeper, each thrust sending shivers of ecstasy through her.
