Warning: Explicit Scene.
Ingrid clung tightly to Caym as he continued to move his hips with a steady rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she surrendered to the moment.
The initial discomfort began to fade, gradually replaced by a wave of pleasure that washed over her in relentless waves. Ingrid's breath hitched in her throat as Caym's movements became more synchronized, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy racing through her body.
Feeling Ingrid's response, Caym leaned in closer, his lips trailing a path of warmth along her neck. Ingrid tilted her head back, offering him better access, a soft moan escaping her lips as his kisses trailed down her skin.
Caym's hand moved with purpose, cupping Ingrid's breast with a gentle yet possessive touch. His thumb brushed against her hardened nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
