Chapter 1292

"They're still inside us," she whispered. "I can feel them moving."

He tightened his fingers around hers. "So can I."

Emma rose slowly and straddled him, naked, graceful. She didn't speak as she guided him inside her - warm, slow, tight. Her breath caught, but she didn't move. She simply held him there, hips pressed down, his cock buried to the hilt inside her body, and stared into his eyes.

"This isn't for them," she said.

He frowned softly.

"This time, it's just us."

And when she began to move, it wasn't with urgency or hunger - it was with reverence. Her hips circled, slow and steady, like tides controlled by the moon. She kissed his lips, his jaw, his throat, each kiss lingering. Around them, the others slept, moaned, stirred. But Emma stayed with him, her rhythm her own, her fingers twining with his, her thighs squeezing gently around his hips as her pleasure built.