Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the pulsing throb of his erection against her.
Alaric then entered her, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with every inch. Lyra moaned softly, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back.
The sensation was even more intense this time, the warm water amplifying the pleasure, the intimacy of their surroundings adding a new dimension to their encounter. Lyra's moans grew louder, more insistent, as Alaric's strokes became deeper, more powerful.
He moved with a newfound confidence, his movements no longer hesitant or restrained, but demanding and possessive. He pulled her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the silken strands. He whispered suggestive things in her ear, pushing her further, encouraging her to surrender completely to his will.
