Compilation Of Short Stories
Her fantasy was sustaining him, and their merging was changing everything.
When he began to move, he set a deep, rhythmic pace, each thrust a deliberate claiming. He wasn’t fucking her; he was worshipping her with his body. The slide of his cock in and out of her wet heat was a primal, filthy, beautiful rhythm. The sounds of their joining filled the chamber; skin slapping against skin, their ragged breaths, her soft, continuous moans.
“Yes… just like that… oh, Aleron, right there!” she chanted, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper still.