Lyan's hands found her waist, guiding her, her fiery red hair cascading over his chest, her emerald eyes glowing with mischief. "Lyan… never change… never stop…"
Her soft, breathless cries mingled with his gentle, loving whispers, his hands exploring her curves, his lips tasting her skin. But even as she moved, even as her body trembled, she leaned back, her voice a playful, lazy laugh. "Don't… don't forget me…"
And then Belle shifted, her plush, warm body pressing against his chest, her lips finding his, her soft, hungry kisses tasting of sweet berries. "My turn again… Lyan… make me feel alive…"
Her soft, breathless moans were a sweet, soothing melody, her lips never leaving his, her soft, bountiful curves molding perfectly against him.
One by one, they took their turns, basking in his warmth, his strength, his touch. Each of them felt the soothing comfort of his embrace, the heated, gentle passion that only he could give.
