Chapter 38: Bent over the bed
The room seemed to shrink around them, the world beyond the bed fading into irrelevance.
The texture of the sheets beneath Lyriel’s hands grew more pronounced as her grip tightened, her knuckles whitening with the effort to stay grounded.
The fabric was soft yet rough in places, worn from use, and it scraped lightly against her palms as she braced herself.
Her legs, still shaky, trembled with each of Alex’s thrusts, the muscles in her thighs tensing and releasing in time with his movements.
The sensation of him inside her was overwhelming, full, deep, a pressure that bordered on too much yet left her craving more.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one punctuated by those stifled groans she couldn’t fully silence, no matter how hard she pressed her face into the mattress.
Alex’s hands roamed again, one sliding up her side to brush the curve of her ribcage, the other staying firm on her hip to guide her back against him.
His fingers dug in just enough to leave faint marks, a temporary claim that would fade by morning.
His own sounds grew quieter, more restrained, but no less potent, a series of low, throaty hums that vibrated through his chest and into her.
The heat of his breath against her shoulder intensified as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her skin for a fleeting moment before he pulled back, as if testing his own limits.
The steady rhythm faltered briefly, a hitch in his motion as he adjusted his stance, then resumed with renewed vigor.