"Heavens—!" Her moan broke as Alaric pulled back and slammed into her again, harder, deeper. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.
Ayesha clutched at the sheets, her body arching back against him despite the overwhelming intensity. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure spiraling through her, her voice breaking into helpless cries.
Alaric's grip on her hips tightened as he moved faster, his groans mingling with her moans.
"You feel so good like this," he rasped, bending down to press hot kisses along her spine, never slowing his pace. "You're mine, Ayesha… every part of you."
