Aiden lay buried deep inside Catherine, her mature, voluptuous body pinned beneath his powerful frame on the tangled expanse of crimson silk sheets.
The fabric, once pristine and luxurious, was now twisted and damp with sweat, clinging to their skin like a second layer of sin. Her long legs were locked tightly around his waist, heels digging sharply into the small of his back, urging him deeper as he drove into her with slow, punishing strokes.
Each thrust was deliberate, a claim of ownership, dragging a raw, desperate moan from her elegant throat—moans that echoed off the vaulted ceiling and filled the air with her surrender.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The wet, resounding slap of his hips against her soaked thighs reverberated through the chamber, a lewd percussion that underscored their frenzy.
