Ravena didn't tease him this time. There was no slow buildup, no testing the waters. She sank down onto him in one fluid, breathtaking move, taking him deep and all in. Her head fell back, a small but sensual moan escaping through her mouth as she adjusted to the fullness of him stretching her out.
"Fuck," Zaeryn groaned, his hands gripping her hips to help anchor her.
Having been spent not long ago with Aeris, he found himself still craving this. The sensation of her wet, tight heat wrapping around him was a shock to his system, reigniting the nerves that should have been fried by now.
Ravena looked down at him, her green eyes blazing. She began to move, setting a rhythm that was less about romance and more about friction. She ground against him, her hips snapping with a fierce intensity, demanding pleasure rather than asking for it. It was messy and loud and perfect, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room again.
