Then he began to move. He started with a slow, steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before sliding deep back inside. Her moans grew louder and more frantic. Each time he drove into her, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her body, making her cling to him even tighter.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, every inch of her yearning for him, every heartbeat echoing the hunger neither could deny. The feeling built up until it exploded.
Her orgasm was so intense that all she could do was cling to him and moan his name. Julian felt the powerful wave hit him too. With a deep, final thrust, he groaned her name, his body tensing, and spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside her. He didn't bother pulling out.
Julian collapsed against her, burying his face in her neck. Lyvana lay still, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Then he shifted to his elbows to look down at her. Her hair was messy, and she looked completely dazed.
