Something in her chest tightened, and it had nothing to do with jealousy. She dropped her hips, once, twice, a third time, and the pressure inside her tipped over.
She came with her mouth open and no sound at all.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him in long, hard pulses, and her nails dug crescents into his stomach.
Her whole body bowed forward, shuddering.
She stayed there, full and shaking, until the pulses slowed.
A hand smacked her thigh. Twice, hard.
The warning was in the hand, because Lor's mouth was full. Olivia's eyes snapped open.
She was still shaking, and everything in her wanted to stay exactly where she was.
For one second she did not move.
Everything below her navel was still pulsing. She could feel the thick heat of him inside her, the way her body kept trying to pull him deeper even while his hand came down on her thigh a second time, harder.
She could stay. He was warm and heavy and he would fill her, and nobody in this room would say a word about it.
