Fist fight
Lyra clasped her hands around Demir's neck as he vigorously moved his shaft inside her. Still lost in pleasure, she didn't notice as he got up from the bathtub while still holding her against his body. He got out of the bath and started to stride back toward his room. And when he reached there, he gently laid his mate on the bed as he hovered above her. She had little time to think because, right after that, he once again inserted himself inside her and started to move.