She cried out loudly. Her hips jerked up toward him, her bare legs instinctively trying to squeeze around his thick neck for purchase. Her entire form trembled like a leaf—the blinding desire completely overwhelming the sharp pain, her desperate need utterly humiliating in its intensity.
Cruxius smirked darkly, deeply satisfied as he watched the brilliant, composed woman unravel completely beneath him.
"I'm sure you've noticed it… my heartbeat? It totally sounds like your moan."
And then, instead of simply dropping her trembling legs to the floor, he slowly began to shift his weight backward. He let her pale calves slide agonizingly slowly down from his broad shoulders as he lowered his upper body. His large hands dragged possessively along the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
