Quiet Reign
The heat in the room rose, the heavy scent of sex and lavender filling the air, accompanied by the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding and the soft, breathless whimpers slipping from Selah's lips.
The pleasure was overwhelming, building with a terrifying speed. Xavier shifted his angle, driving deeper, his thumb finding her clitoris and rubbing it in perfect sync with his thrusts.
Selah’s eyes flew open, her vision blurring as the tension inside her wound tighter and tighter. Her inner walls began to clench convulsively around him, milking him.
"Xavier—I'm close," she cried out, her head tossing back against the pillows.
"Go, sweetheart. Let go," he growled, picking up the pace, his