Lillian's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her back pressed to the cold surface of the wall, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from their bodies.
He held her effortlessly, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he drove into her with a primal force.
"Ahhhhhh… Ross! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Lillian screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her pleasure.
Her head lolled back, her hair cascading against the wall as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The sheer intensity of their lovemaking left her breathless, her body quaking with each powerful thrust. Rational thoughts were a distant memory now.
She knew their frenzied movements, the echoing sounds of their passion, would surely wake her daughters, but she didn't care.
All that mattered was Ross and the way he was making her feel—alive, desired, and completely consumed by lust.
Ross growled low in his throat, his movements unrelenting.
