Elys grabbed the sheets beside her and bit her lower lip as Aleksander entered her fully. But even with her attempt to keep quiet, a cry still came out of her mouth.
"Ah!" she gasped.
Her whole body arched as the young king pushed himself to the very end of the tunnel. He was panting as he took all of the hot sensation he felt, the stimulus and twitching that came with their bodies coming together as one.
"Elys...." Aleksander whispered as he reached a hand to cup her face, "thank you."
She opened her eyes and saw Aleksander's muscled frame over her. She never did mind his physical appearance, but now that they were skin to skin, Elys finally acknowledged he was superbly fit for someone who threw himself in a hole of pity before she came along.
"My king, haa… I feel so full of you," Elys muttered under her voice.
