The vine-draped arbor nook of Elaris Hold thrummed with a primal pulse, its silver-veined vines swaying like a living curtain, sealing Alex and Inolda in their own wild world.
The mossy floor cradled their bare bodies, soft and damp beneath them, while the glass-leaved tree overhead cast shimmering flecks of light across their sweat-slick skin.
Alex was already deep inside Inolda's core, his rod buried to the hilt, filling her with a heat that made the air itself seem to quiver.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him on as they lay tangled on the moss, the scent of crushed petals and earth mingling with their ragged breaths.
He pumped into her, hips snapping with a relentless rhythm, each thrust a deliberate surge that rocked her against the yielding ground.
His rod slid in and out, slick with her arousal, the friction sparking jolts of pleasure that tightened his jaw.
