Before she could prepare herself, he plunged two fingers deep inside her. Lily's back bowed off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as pleasure crashed through her body. Caspian's fingers curled forward, seeking out every sensitive spot within her velvety depths.
"Oh," Lily gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. Her mind reeled, caught between the physical sensations and the lingering fantasies Caspian had woven.
He worked his fingers with expert precision, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and quick, targeted movements. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Lily's body, building a delicious tension in her core.
Lily's eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. "Caspian," she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. "Please..."
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