The figure's voice was low, barely a whisper in the darkness that surrounded them. She was pleading, asking for something more, something deeper. Her words sent a jolt through Mikhailis, a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
But her plea was irresistible, a siren's call in the night. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he shifted his position, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up to meet his thrust. Her gasp turned into a moan as he entered her fully, her body arching against his, their bodies joined in a primal dance of pleasure.
"Mnnh!" The sound that escaped her lips was a mix of pain and pleasure, a sharp intake of breath that spoke volumes in the silence. Mikhailis paused, waiting for her to adjust, feeling her body tense around him before relaxing once more.
