Mikhailis's hands tightened on her hips, a sudden shift that made her breath hitch. What's he—? With a gentle but firm grip, he began to move her, guiding her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, stirring the heat between them back to life. Gods, he's making me move again, and I'm not ready. The sensation was as crazy as before, a fire reigniting in her core, her body trembling as she felt him harden inside her, stretching her once more. It's too much, too soon, but I want it. Her moans broke through the kiss, "MMH! MMH!", muffled against his lips as she surrendered to the rhythm, her hips rolling with his guidance, each movement sending sparks through her. He's so strong, so sure, and I'm falling apart again.
