Their breaths mingled, fast and uneven. Lara's hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer still, every inch of her yearning for him, every heartbeat echoing the bond neither could deny.
In one swift motion, he filled her, stretching her, claiming her. A cry escaped her lips, as pleasure soared through her. Their bodies began to move together in a frantic rhythm, his hips pounding into hers.
Each powerful thrust fanned the flames that had been smoldering within her, until they roared into an uncontrollable blaze.
She clung to him desperately, every nerve alight, every breath stolen by the sheer force of his possession. He was claiming her utterly, in the most primal, untamed way imaginable, right there on the garden bench, beneath the silent, watchful gaze of the ancient trees.
