Kiara's moans rose, filling the room, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as his hands claimed them, kneading, pinching her nipples until she gasped his name.
Their bodies collided in a slow-building frenzy, sweat slicking their skin, the air thick with their mingled scents—clove, honey, and raw desire.
Lor kissed her neck, her collarbone, then returned to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hips drove into her with growing ferocity.
Kiara clung to him, her legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper, her voice breaking into gasps of his name. "Lor—Lor—I'm—!"
Her climax tore through her, her body clenching around him in tight, pulsing waves, her release flooding him with heat.
She cried out, her hips jerking against his, her nails digging into his back.
The sensation—her heat, her spasms—dragged him over the edge.
