Kael slid in from behind, striking her core, her muffled cry sharp against his hand.
Their bodies met in a soft, rhythmic slap, the booth's curtain swaying gently by the small bursts of air created.
Freya pushed back, ravenous, her blindfolded face turned slightly, lips parted, moans a soft hum.
Kael's hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling gently to arch her back further, his thrusts growing harder, more insistent.
His hunger surged, the need to push her further overtaking him.
He guided her to the floor, the linoleum stark against their fevered skin. Freya lay on her back, legs spread, crimson bra askew, her nipples peeking out, hard and flushed.
Her hair fanned out like a silver halo, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat.
Kael knelt between her thighs, gripping her hips, lifting her slightly.
His mouth found her breast again, sucking her nipple hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as she writhed beneath him.
