Black Card
"Ahhh..."
The tension began to melt, replaced by a liquid heat that pooled deep within her. She opened her eyes, meeting his darkened gaze above her.
"It fits," she whispered, a dazed realization.
"You… fit."
A soft chuckle escaped him, a sound of pure male satisfaction, before he began to move in earnest. The slow, building rhythm quickly escalated into something more urgent, their bodies finding a syncopated beat.
The room filled with the sound of their union—skin meeting skin, Ethan’s ragged grunts, Belle’s escalating cries. He captured her moans with his mouth in searing, hungry kisses, swallowing her pleas for more.