Neither of them lasted long in that mad surge of lust. Cael noticed first the telltale way Ginevra sank her nails into his shoulders, and knew she was close to her completion. By then, he was on the edge, too, and this just urged him to be closer.
Claps of their hips, Ginevra's moans and Cael's heavy breathing, all mixed into a heady concoction. The smell of sex drowned out the scents of dust and stale air until Cael forgot that there was anything else in the world besides the woman in his arms.
Then she clutched him with arms and legs, and her inner walls spasmed in orgasm, bringing forth Cael's own. The thought about possible consequences was distant in his mind as he groaned, spilling his seed inside her.
When the haze of passion lifted slightly, and their contractions ended, Cael and Ginevra stayed together for a short while longer, holding each other. Their chests heaved with exertion, and perspiration was covering them both.