"Lady Catherine…are you still there?"
Augustus's voice rang from the other side of the door, steady yet edged with faint worry.
"Is Aiden still there with you…?"
The question sliced through the thick, sweat-soaked air like a blade.
Catherine's body jolted, her trembling thighs squeezing against the thick rod still lodged inside her.
Her eyes widened, panic flashing across her flushed face. Thank the gods the door was shut—thank the gods she had at least that thin barrier between them.
Her heart pounded violently, not only from the pounding she had just been receiving, but from the sudden reminder: her husband stood just outside.
Her climax—so close, so sweet—was shattered, replaced by an icy fear. Yet her body betrayed her. She was still wrapped around Aiden's monstrous length, still dripping, still clutching at him like a starving beast.
And Aiden?
