Lucien didn’t pull out.
Not even as her cunt spasmed around him, still twitching from the orgasm he forced out of her. Not even as her sobs quieted into ragged breaths.
His c**k throbbed deep inside her, hard and heavy, twitching against and he smiled.
A dark, dangerous, final smile.
Then he leaned in and growled against her lips.
“Don’t move.”
He pulled out slow.
So f*****g slow.
Her p***y gaped around the retreat, dripping, glistening, twitching with the absence of his thickness.
He stood up straight, c**k flushed and slick, then turned.
Walked toward the heavy marble doors at the entrance of the temple.
Naked.
Sweating.
Leaking.
His c*m trailing down her thighs like sacred oil.
He reached the doors and slammed them shut.
The boom echoed through the chamber.
Then..click.
