"Aaahn~"
Davis's hands tightened around Frostrose's soft waist as he drove into her from behind, the sudden depth pulling a startled cry from her throat that broke into a trembling moan.
Her palms braced against the sheets while her white lunar wings flared outward, only to be pressed flat again when he leaned over her back and pinned her more firmly to the bed. The cool skin of her hips met the heat of his thrusts in a steady, unyielding rhythm, each movement pushing the bunched white skirt higher until the fabric offered no barrier at all.
Their internal temperature rose, but Frostrose's skin stayed cool as ever.
Strands of her silver-blue hair spilled across the pillow and clung to the damp curve of her neck, the crescent mark on her forehead glowing faintly each time her body jolted forward. She tried to turn her head, lips parted as if to speak, but the angle left her little room to do more than gasp as he filled her again and again.
