The night was slow, yet their hearts raced. Gentle, yet powerful—the way Chris moved within her sent waves of pleasure crashing through Ellen’s body. He filled her completely, his deep, rhythmic thrusts awakening every nerve, setting her senses ablaze.
She lay beneath him, back arching as he held her legs apart, his grip firm yet tender. The dim light cast shadows over his sculpted form, accentuating the way his muscles flexed with each movement. His emerald eyes, darkened with desire, never wavered from hers—possessive, adoring, hungry.
And God, how she loved it.
She loved the way his body moved against hers, the way he bit his lip as he struggled to hold back, the way their skin met in a symphony of sound—wet, needy, desperate. Each thrust was a beat in the melody they composed together, an unrelenting rhythm of pleasure and passion.
A moan slipped from her lips, raw and unfiltered.
Chris smiled at the sound. “There it is,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “That beautiful voice of yours.”
Ellen shivered as he ran his hand up her body—over her trembling stomach, across the curve of her breast, up to her throat, his touch a brand against her skin. He knew every inch of her, knew exactly how to unravel her.
And then, as if he hadn’t already claimed every part of her, he lowered his lips to the sensitive curve of her ear, his breath warm, teasing. He kissed it, licked it, then took it between his lips, sucking gently, sending a violent shudder down her spine.
“Chris—”
She barely managed his name before a gasp overtook her, her body trembling, tightening.
He growled in approval, his thrusts growing more urgent, more frantic, the world around them fading into nothing but the heat between their bodies. He hooked her legs around his waist, drawing her closer, deeper, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony.
Ellen clung to him, nails digging into his back as she felt the breaking point approaching. Their mouths met in a feverish kiss—needy, desperate, endless. And then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his body locking with hers as they both shattered, pleasure consuming them whole.
For long moments, they simply held each other, hearts hammering, bodies still trembling in the aftermath. Their lips met again, this time slow and lingering, savoring the moment, the connection, the undeniable truth between them.
Soon, they’d begin again.
But for now, they’d bask in the afterglow, tangled together, lost in the rhythm of desire.
