The wall of the cell was cold against Zariah's back, a perfect contrast to the hot pleasure wracking through her as Askel thrusts steadily into Zariah's needy sex, his gaze holding hers captive.
His eyes were hooded, the quiet sounds of his pleasure further inciting Zariah's already maddening arousal.
Any sound she could have possibly made was caught in her throat, she held onto him, surrendering the entirety of herself as he held up her weight, her legs securely wrapped around his waist.
"Beautiful...my beautiful beautiful woman..." Askel grunted, nuzzling his head between Zariah's bare breasts.
His tongue darted out, tasting her skin and he groaned his approval in a low, husky sound.
Zariah gasped, her hands threaded through Askel's hair and her back arching as the pleasure grew steadily, in time with Askel's measured rhythm.
