CHAPTER 157
Lucian's head was the one to slam back against the pillows this time, a pained roar of pleasure escaping his throat. It felt different from this angle—the weight shifted, the pressure more intense, the friction dragging over his sensitive skin with an agonizingly deep stretch that reached his very soul.
Isabella let out a long, broken moan, her back arching as she took him to the hilt. She didn't wait for him to find a rhythm; she started her own.
She began to ride him, her hips rolling in a hungry, jagged circle that ground her core against his pelvic bone. "God, Isabella!" Lucian's hands moved from her waist back to her breasts, his fingers tangling in the hair that trailed over her skin.
Every time she lifted herself, the cool air hit the wet skin where they were joined, only for her to sink back down and replace it with a searing, liquid heat.
She watched him, savoring the way his jaw locked and his eyes squeezed shut every time her internal muscles milked him.
