If Areo was astounded by the force of her orgasm, it was paled to his feelings as his own overtook him. He couldn’t hold it off as Leighton wrapped him in the vice that was her body, the tremors cajoling him into his own loss of control and even while he spilled himself inside of her, he kept working at the rhythm, slowing gently, which allowed her to come a second time.
As Leighton relaxed, Areo pulled her languid body back against his own, softly caressing her slick skin. Strong fingers were delicate against sensitive flesh as he teased, “You owe me a new sink, Il mio piccola avversaria.” He will still rock hard inside of her, but was in no rush now that his wolf had what it wanted. He could feel their wolves, content and together, and knew that what they had just experienced was bound to complicate what was already a tangled situation because he had never encountered something like this with another female before.
Unlike the Ulfric, Caseareo had no need for rest and began placing kisses along her shoulder, moved within her just slightly and grumbled at the spark of sensation she aroused as she was still secure around him. But he didn’t want to take her here again, this time he wanted her in his bed where he could relish watching her splayed beneath him.