The air in Cael Alexander's bedroom was tight, the shift palpable as with every movement.
Galathea's breathing steadied, not because the tension eased, because she matched it. She adapted to it.
She moaned as Cael's lips sucked on the junction of her neck and shoulder, the same spot where the kiss mark he left has just started healing.
She moved her hips responding to Cael's touch.
Cael grunted and pulled back a little to whisper, "Kitten," his voice made Galathea ache more with need, "Keep your arms and legs around me, yes?"
She bit her lip.
She clung onto Cael as he skillfully lifted her a little bit more. Tat freed his cock from being wedged between their embrace.
One hand held his mighty shaft, the other assisted Galathea as she eased into the penetration.
Crescent shapes started to mark Cael's shoulder as Galathea's grip tightened at the sensation.
She moaned at the feeling of his thrusts and the contact of their skin, grounding herself again in something real.
