Chapter 467: The Cellar’s Heat (4)
A wicked grin twisted Xena’s lips, her body shuddering with excitement. "Commander... he’s watching... he’s... he’s watching us..." she gasped, her voice a breathless, teasing whisper.
"Then let him witness what he can never have," Lyan growled, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. His grip tightened on her hips, and with a sudden, powerful thrust, he drove himself deeper into her, filling her with such force that a wild, desperate scream ripped from her lips.
"AAAAHHHHHHH! LYAAANNN...! TOO DEEP...! AHHH... IT’S... IT’S TOO... AHHH...!" Xena’s head snapped back, her fiery orange hair a wild halo, her entire body quaking in his grasp. But the sight of the spy’s horrified, fascinated stare only seemed to stoke her wild desire.
Lyan’s strong arms tightened around her, his hips slamming into hers, each thrust a powerful, relentless force. The wet, heated sound of their bodies colliding filled the cellar, each slap of flesh against flesh a loud, rhythmic echo.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"
"MORE...! HARDER...! PLEASE...! AHHHH... LYAN... LYAN... AHHHHH...!" Xena’s cries were wild, desperate screams, her nails raking across his shoulders, her body writhing in his iron grip.
The spy’s gaze grew glassy, his breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps, but his eyes never left them. And Xena’s excitement only grew, a twisted, feverish thrill that coiled in her belly.
"YOU LIKE WATCHING, DON’T YOU?!" Xena screamed, her voice a wild, frenzied taunt. "YOU... YOU CAN ONLY WATCH... ONLY WATCH... WHILE I... WHILE I... AHHHHHH!"
Lyan’s mouth crashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, silencing her screams with a fierce, dominating kiss.
"MMMPH... SLRP... MMMH... MNNH...!"
Her wild, muffled cries mixed with the wet, hungry sound of their kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, claiming her completely. But even as her lips were claimed, her hips jerked against his, her slick heat quivering around his thick, pulsing length.