Warm air hit her bare back when he pulled away from her, no longer leaning into her. His hand let go of her breasts and returned to her hips where he held her to him.

Lucien can no longer hold onto his control. The small control left teethered the each of a cliff with each stroke inside her tight wet sheath...with each sweet throaty moan she let's out. He lost it.

Sound of skin slapping skin file the air. His strokes increased in pace, becoming faster and harder. ...