The air was thick with the heat of their lovemaking, the soft light from the lanterns casting flickering shadows on the walls. Elian moved on top of Izan, his body writhing with pleasure as their movements became more frantic, more desperate. Izan's hands gripped Elian's hips, guiding him, meeting every roll of his hips with powerful upward thrusts.
Elian's moans filled the room, breathy and raw. "Yeah, Izan… yeah… hmmm… uhmnn…"
Izan groaned in response, the sound driving him into a frenzy. His body ached with the need to hear more of those sounds, to feel Elian unraveling in his arms. He thrust harder, faster, his grip tightening as Elian's moans grew louder, more uncontrollable.
