~LENORA'S POV
Lucian's thrusts grew more demanding, each one slamming into me with a force that jolted my body forward, my breasts swaying beneath me.
The remnants of Alaric's cum squelched with every plunge, making the friction slick and obscene.
I moaned around nothing, my mouth empty since Lucian had shifted behind me, but the sounds escaped freely—high-pitched whimpers that filled the room.
"Yes, like that," I gasped, pushing my ass back to meet him, craving the way his curved cock dragged against my inner walls, hitting that sensitive ridge over and over.
He gripped my hips tighter, his fingers bruising in the best way, pulling me onto him harder.
"You're gripping me so tight, Dove," Lucian growled, his voice strained with effort.
Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping onto my back as he pounded relentlessly. The bed creaked under us, the rhythm building to something frantic, my clit throbbing from the indirect pressure of his balls slapping against it.
