His movements were fast yet careful. The insatiable passion, ignited by the sweet and hot exchange of love, guided his body like a puppet, while his hazy, dazed mind was craving Aideen's everything, and the more she responded to his fervent provocations, the greedier he became.
As Tillian's hips continued to move with the perfect rhythm, his large, warm hands were supporting the woman's head, carefully guarding her against any possible harm, and his lips, hot and wet, were frantically moving over her tender neck and shoulders, leaving burning red traces akin to branding marks as his way of saying that her delicate flesh belonged only to him. And he could not get enough of it.
