Rylan’s POV
Lilith had lost all her strength. She didn't even have the energy left to resist the weight of my body pressing down on her.
I gathered her in my arms and rolled us over, settling into the center of the large bed.
My c**k, still half-hard, slipped from her slick heat with the movement. I wasn't in a hurry to reclaim that warmth just yet.
Instead, I pressed against the soaked entrance and her soft inner thighs, rocking slowly.
The air was thick with her sweet, intoxicating scent mingled with the musky smell of our previous coupling—a heady mix that only fueled a deeper, more primal hunger.
She began to squirm again, a weak protest escaping her lips. "No… please, no more…"
As if once could ever be enough.
I ignored her plea, continuing the slow, maddening friction, my ton
