Should We Leave Anything To Chance?
"Now that your body is becoming accustomed to me…shall we begin?" Asher murmured in an entrancing way, his searing gaze enveloping her.
Lysandra's eyes flickered upon feeling his scorching gaze and slowly nodded as she felt a deep heat spreading within her, whispering, "You can move..."
"Then you better hold onto me," Asher instructed, guiding her hand onto his broad shoulder.
With her thigh still draped over his forearm, with a rhythmic force, Asher began to move; their bodies already locked in atonement and, now, the locked rhythm.
"Han~..."
A quiet moan escaped Lysandra's lips, seamlessly melding with the ambiance of the cavern.
Each time he drove his thick member into her, her grip on his shoulder tightened, her body lifting as if trying to escape gravity itself.
Her nails dug into his muscle, leaving faint indentations as he filled her again and again.