Chapter 138 Those Two

• I clung to Jackson. Hanging onto him as he built the crescendo of our bodies. Stroking into me in a methodic pace which had both of our bodies tightening and relaxing in rhythm. My hand moved down his back, learning every bulging muscle there. My calf wrapped his muscles thighs. Feeling the rhythm of his fluid motions.
• I raised my hips as he withdrew, following him.
• The rest of the room seemed to fade away. Every sound in the castle diminished. Until the only things I could hear were Jackson’s soft breaths and mine.