Caroline's eyes gleamed with unquenched hunger as she gazed down at Herick's spent form, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
The chamber's candles had burned low, casting elongated shadows that played across their sweat-slicked skin. She wasn't satisfied yet; her body thrummed with the need to claim him further, to push him beyond exhaustion into utter surrender.
With a firm hand on his shoulder, she rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips once more. His cock, still semi-hard from their earlier frenzy, twitched against her inner thigh as she ground down, her pussy lips parting to smear fresh arousal along his length.
"That was just the beginning," she purred, her voice low and commanding. Her fingers dug into his pectorals, nails leaving crescent marks as she positioned herself. Herick's eyes widened, a mix of fatigue and fresh fear flickering in their depths. He nodded weakly, his submission absolute.
