His hand cradled the back of her neck, pulling her gently away from him. The tenderness in the gesture softened the edge of his words. When Hera finally met his eyes, they both felt as though the pleasure they felt doubled as their soul felt to unite just like their physical body did.
Rafael drove into her with a hard thrust, and she gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness and pressure inside her.
"Ugh, you like that?" he whispered.
Before she could answer, he kissed her, his tongue separated her teeth in search of her small ones, catching her next breath and muffling the moan that escaped her.
"Hmmm…" Hera tried to pull away, but Rafael followed her movement and tightened his hold, his hips moving faster and harder than before. Before she could protest, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the walk-in closet, never breaking their rhythm.
