[Rynthall Estate—Lucein and Silas's Chamber—Continuation]
Lucien's cries rang out, his back arching as he moved up and down, each roll of his hips dragging Silas deeper inside him. Sweat beaded down his flushed chest, his hair sticking to his forehead as if even his body was begging for more.
"Ahhh—hahhh—it's—ahhh—so deep—" His moans broke into gasps, trembling as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Silas watched from below, eyes hooded and burning with hunger, his hands gripping Lucien's thighs so tightly the skin flushed red. "Look at you, my love… trembling so sweetly on top of me. You were made to take me like this."
Lucien whimpered, biting his lip, trying to keep moving but his thighs were already shaking. "Nnghh—hahhh—i-it's too much—ahhh—"
Silas's grip tightened, dragging him down with brutal force, sinking him to the hilt. Lucien's head flew back, a strangled cry spilling from his lips.
"Go… deeper, my love," Silas commanded, voice dark and sharp.
