First Royal Claim • 3

Slow, soft, rhythmic. It was almost like they were having passionate, romantic sex.

Aeric had his hand wrapped around her head, his palm resting on her forehead as though petting her and assuring her.

She gazed up at him, her eyes glistening at his face. The room around them was now filled with the soft sound of rain pattering outside, but the air inside was not cold, the heat of their bodies warmed the walls.

Melina had her hands wrapped around his tall, muscular body, her thighs tightening as waist pushing as he kept thrusting into her.

"Your cock," she whispered a soft moan. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

Aeric also found himself giving her compliments. "You're so tight. I can barely pull out," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

Melina smiled, her cheeks reddening as she bit her lips. She held him tighter, then raised her head to whisper something to him.