2:13 AM
"Aahnn…"
Her moan cracked out sharp, trembling. Her body slumped forward onto the white bed. The sheets stuck to her thighs—damp with sweat and slick—clinging in messy folds where her legs spread wide and trembled.
She collapsed, face half-buried in a satin pillow. Lips parted, breath hot. Her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders, wet with sweat and spit.
Behind her, Cruxius shifted.
He sat on a thick pillow at the bed's edge, legs in a V, knees bent. Feet firm behind her. His hips angled just right—lifted enough to use her.
She was pulled back into place.
Her breasts rubbed against the bedsheet as she was dragged along, then her back hit his chest.
Legs straddled over his. Her knees dangled, helpless. Her toes brushed the bed.
Then he shoved up again.
Her ass spread wide around him as his cock slid back in—wet, deep, brutal. The motion forced a sloppy squelch as her rim clung, then stretched around the girth.
