Chapter 157 - 156: The Mark of Mine
And just like that, Aurelya’s cries shifted, from uncertain to needful, from soft to shameless. Her hands gripped his arms now, no longer hiding herself. Her golden eyes locked onto him again, half-lidded and glowing with desire.
"L-Lumberling... don’t stop..."
He didn’t intend to. Not until she forgot everything but his name.
He begun to speed up, thrusting deeper inside her. His rod now fully buried, reaching until her womb.
"Aghh" She moaned as he reached her deepest inside. And he begun to drill her more.
"Ungh..." Lumberling groaned, his voice low and ragged in her ear as his rhythm deepened, hips snapping harder, rougher, driven by the molten need coiling inside him.
He crushed her lips with his once more, claiming her mouth with the same urgency he claimed her body. Their kiss was messy now, needy, panting, teeth and tongue, her lips trembling beneath his as his hands squeezed her breasts, thumbing her peaks until they ached for more.
Aurelya gasped into his mouth, arms latching around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist as though anchoring herself to him. The movement changed the angle, his next thrust went deeper, dragging a broken, high-pitched moan from her throat.
"Ah... ah, ahhh!"
Her nails raked down his back, not out of protest, but from sheer pleasure coursing through her. The sting only spurred him further.
Her body trembled beneath his, hips lifting to meet every thrust. The bed creaked in protest, but neither of them heard it. All they knew was the rhythm, the friction, the fever, the ragged gasps between kisses.
"Faster!" she cried out suddenly, voice cracking with need. "Please!"