The resistance slowed him down, but the pressure from the water only heightened the stimulation on his tip, making every stroke more torturous.
Lethia clung to him, her nails digging into his back when the surging heat in her core peaked.
She came with a pulse so intense her whole body trembled, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs as she gasped for air.
But Renar wasn't done. He kept grinding against her, his movements turning desperate, faster, until a deep growl rumbled in his throat.
Then, the sudden rush of warmth spilling against her entrance, hotter than the water surrounding them. He groaned into her ear as he came, his teeth grazing her skin in a sharp nip that sent another jolt straight to her core.
Lethia and Renar clung to each other, breathless and spent. The warmth of his body made her feel safe, wrapped in his embrace.
A bit ironic, really—if her baby could speak, it might mock her for her shameless lust.
