Devon carried her into the bathroom like she was something sacred and profane all at once, arms locked beneath her thighs and shoulder.
Each footfall forced a fresh pulse of their mixed release to ooze out around his shaft, thick, creamy ropes sliding down the inside of her trembling thighs in slow, obscene rivulets that cooled instantly against her overheated skin before dripping onto the floor.
The air was already thick with lingering steam from some earlier shower, curling lazily around them like cigarette smoke in a speakeasy.
Serena's arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck her fingers had gone bloodless.
She clung to him like a woman possessed by something darker than love, legs locked high around his waist, ankles crossed, heels digging hard into the small of his back as though she could fuse their bodies together forever.
