For a long time, Lazarus's mind was… blank. All he could think of was her scent and how their chest met. Her heart was racing just as wildly as his just as his shaft pulsated with seeds spilling over and over again.
She had screamed liquid heat inside her belly that had coiled tightly crashed. Emma had never experienced something like this. Pain mixed with pleasure. The experience was out of the world. The intensity of it, crazy. She clung to him for her dear life as waves of pleasure hit her one after the other. She buried her face in his chest, hoping for some relief but her core throbbed and she could feel his cock throbbing against hers.
When the waves in her stopped crashing, she slumped against him. His chest was sweat slicked and so was she. Yet, the heady mix of their scent and arousals was surreal. How could she want a man so bad when all he did was to torment her, challenge her and look down upon her. And above all, he was going to cast her soul out.
