Klein kissed Dyana once more. Their lips pressed together forcefully, hot and wet with sweat and saliva. He slid his tongue into her mouth without waiting for an invitation, and she responded immediately, mingling her breath with his in a deep and greedy kiss.
He slid his hand between her thighs again, moving up along her right thigh until he found the wet and hot slit. His fingers sank into it slowly at first, as if savoring every centimeter, then faster, in a steady movement that he repeated without fail.
"Kaiser... again..." Dyana murmured in a hoarse voice against his mouth.
She spread her legs wider, laying them flat on the cold marble. Her hips rose with each thrust, seeking to guide his rhythm. Klein felt his fingers squeezed tightly by Dyana's inner walls, which were already contracting by reflex. She was soaked, slippery, and each back-and-forth produced a wet and clear sound that echoed under the collapsed vaults of the tower.
