[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"Wait," she gasped, tugging his hair.
Charles barely listened. He was too busy attacking the soaked walls deep within her. Her fluid gushed out every time his fingers pulled back. He climbed over her, pressing his lips to hers again. Their breathing only became more ragged by the second.
"Don't hold back," he whispered.
Kaija could barely answer. She was only moaning louder as his rhythm quickly grew faster, filthier. "That's right," he murmured, watching her moaning face with satisfaction. "Sing for me, my songbird. Come undone."
A raw moan tore from her throat. Her neck arched, her head thrown back as the last thread of control snapped. Her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin as she clutched him, her body convulsing uncontrollably. "Good girl," he whispered against her ear, his fingers still buried deep inside.
