Celine's mind was in a haze, her body overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure coursing through her.
"Ahh…. Ugh... Eek! Nmh!" Her unrestrained moans now echoed through the small space of the carriage, mingling with the sound of light rain outside.
Thrust...! Thrust...! Thrust!!
Celine's body trembled with each powerful thrust, her fingers gripping the carriage seat tightly.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, muffled by Isabella's hand still clamped over her mouth.
The first rays of sunlight began to filter through the slightly opened carriage window, casting a soft golden glow over their entwined bodies. Beads of sweat glistened on their skin, highlighting every curve and jiggle of flesh meeting flesh.
Lucian's pace quickened, his hips slamming against Celine's ass with increasing urgency.
He could feel the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, signaling his impending release.
