Fifty Shades Of Lovia
I yanked at his belt, freeing him.
"Make it count."
He did. Thrusting deep in one motion, filling me completely. I wrapped legs around him, nails raking his back as he pounded—relentless, each snap echoing our fury.
The island shook, coffee spilling. "Fuck, Lovia," he groaned, hand between us circling my clit until I shattered, clenching around him. He followed, burying deep with a roar.
We collapsed together, breaths ragged. "For luck," he murmured, kissing my forehead.