...crooned how hot she was for him.
Heaven help them if they were discovered, they would never live down the backlash, but that didn't stop him from thrusting into her harder.
Grunt and thrust and groan in pleasure, her motions spurring him forward, every movement fierce and sharp and full of lust. Breathing increased, body intent on that single most important goal. Every action completely dependent on her reaction to his touch. Urgent and frenzied, and completely euphoric. Hands gripping at the wall, her shoulders, hips, then behind, intent on getting the best purchase, the best pleasure.
Muscles were tightening, overcome with need, her voice gaining pitch as she moaned against him. He was so close, but he couldn't give in yet, not yet, not yet, couldn't let go, not until she did. Green light shone beneath the cracks in her eyelids, a faint green glow surrounding them both and all it did was invigorate him more, push him harder, faster, ramming deep into her.
She was mumbling under her breath, calling upon X'hal, words of encouragement, his name. Without knowing why, he began to chant his love for her under his breath, over and over, the words melding together. Every now and then her name would creep into his chant, a desire filled version of her name. He wanted her, needed her, loved her; she made his life complete. To be buried deep inside her, hearing her call his name, her passage clamping arou...