The thought sent a thrill through Ayesha, making her movements bolder, deeper, more desperate. Her hair fell loose around her face, sticking to her flushed skin as she rode him harder, every slap of skin against skin echoing in the quiet night.
Alaric's hands tightened on her thighs, his control slipping. "Ayesha…" he groaned, voice thick with need. "You're going to drive me mad. So tight and good."
Her only answer was a cry of pleasure as she rolled her hips, chasing the ecstasy building within her, finally allowing herself to be selfish, just as she wanted.
Ayesha moved faster, each rise and fall becoming more desperate as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly. Her nails dug into Alaric's shoulders, leaving marks on his skin, but he only groaned at the sting, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he watched her take him completely.
