Birthright

Already adept at stripping away material skin Cian shed his jeans, only sound being a hiss of breath between his teeth as finally the restriction on him was gone, jeans shoved down to knees and hands reaching for her again. A blur of movement, her legs around him again, the strength in his forearms holding her as hips jerked and shifted and with final guidance the sweet moment of being buried inside her. It was a momentary pause, all movement ceasing, except for the pulses and lungs, before his mouth sought her again. Tongue, teeth, lips, clashing and biting, lashing and delving as his hips and hands started to move in a slow, perfect rhythm.