[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
A guttural moan tore from Alexander's throat, his head falling back against the pillows as the sensation overwhelmed him. She was tight, impossibly so, squeezing around him like she was made for him.
Celeste placed her hands on his chest, her nails digging in as she rolled her hips, setting a pace that had them both spiraling. She took what she wanted, each movement sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting through her veins.
Alexander groaned, his grip tightening on her waist, his body slick with sweat as she rode him with unrelenting pressure. Every movement, every grind of her hips, every pulse of pleasure that coiled between them was a slow, torturous descent into madness.
Celeste threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. She could feel it—both of them on the edge, teetering between control and complete surrender.
And in that moment, she knew—he was hers.
