Bent over the bed

The room seemed to shrink around them, the world beyond the bed fading into irrelevance.

The texture of the sheets beneath Lyriel's hands grew more pronounced as her grip tightened, her knuckles whitening with the effort to stay grounded.

The fabric was soft yet rough in places, worn from use, and it scraped lightly against her palms as she braced herself.

Her legs, still shaky, trembled with each of Alex's thrusts, the muscles in her thighs tensing and releasing in time with his movements.

The sensation of him inside her was overwhelming, full, deep, a pressure that bordered on too much yet left her craving more.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one punctuated by those stifled groans she couldn't fully silence, no matter how hard she pressed her face into the mattress.

Alex's hands roamed again, one sliding up her side to brush the curve of her ribcage, the other staying firm on her hip to guide her back against him.