Diana's gasps turned into soft cries, her legs trembling around him as the deep, steady rhythm built higher, closer to that dangerous edge. Xavier held her tighter, one hand gripping her waist, the other sliding up to cradle her face as he kissed her again, pouring everything into it — his hunger, his possession, his need.
Their hips met harder now, still slow but with a weight that made the bed tremble under them. Her body clung to his, arching and straining, her voice breaking in short, breathless moans. His name left her lips like a prayer, like she couldn't hold it back.
