Her spine arched on reflex, dragging her ruined, swollen core right against his thigh. It left a thick, hot smear of their mixed fluids down his leg—sticky and reeking of their recent, raw sex.
His voice dropped to a feral growl.
"Fucking move, Seleyena!"
She was a flushed, pliant mess in his arms. Her skin was a canvas of red marks, dripping and vulnerable.
He adjusted his grip, his hand sliding under her thigh to keep her from dropping. As he hoisted her higher, his thick fingers accidentally brushed against the swollen, abused pink lips between her legs.
She jolted.
"Haah—!"
A faint spasm rocked her hips, her ruined nerves misfiring as if trying to pull her into another orgasm amid the burning room.
"W-wait....Crux...I-I need time.." she mumbled. It was practically gibberish murmured into his skin. Her soft lips grazed his neck, weakly mouthing the heated air.
He didn't afford her a single second.
