Elias didn't give her a chance to breathe. He reached down, unbuttoned his trousers with a frantic haste, and freed himself. He was pulsing, hard as stone and leaking a bead of pre-c*m that glistened in the dim light of the alcove.
He gripped Clara’s thighs, hoisting her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. The emerald satin of her dress was bunched up around her ribs, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air and his searing heat. With one powerful thrust, he drove himself inside her.
"Ah!" Clara let out a sharp, strangled cry, her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders.
"Shhh," Elias hissed, his voice a jagged edge. "You want the whole room to know what we're doing?"
"Oh god... Elias... *mmm*," she moaned, the sound vibrating against his neck. The sensation of hi
