[ They rise and fall together, the two of them, caught in the ancient movements of the act, the experience that has been sacred and forbidden, worshipped and defiled, just as they have been. Armand kisses her deeply, tasting her love and need climbing higher and higher along with his, her desire giving fuel to his own, a feedback loop that feels far bigger than the two of them, an eternal tidal sea.
His orgasm crashes through his body like a wave breaking against a shore, coming in long shuddering pulses as she tenses and shivers underneath him. He moans into her mouth, fingernails puncturing through her sheets and into the mattress, pleasure flooding from him, into her, endlessly.
For a long moment he stays with it, lost in it. Then he takes a breath he doesn't need and he's Armand again, breaking off to nuzzle her cheek, soft and affectionate and still throbbing inside her. ]
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His orgasm crashes through his body like a wave breaking against a shore, coming in long shuddering pulses as she tenses and shivers underneath him. He moans into her mouth, fingernails puncturing through her sheets and into the mattress, pleasure flooding from him, into her, endlessly.
For a long moment he stays with it, lost in it. Then he takes a breath he doesn't need and he's Armand again, breaking off to nuzzle her cheek, soft and affectionate and still throbbing inside her. ]
Petit oiseau. [ He hums softly. ] Ya hayati.