For the final round, Sylvaris didn't hesitate. He knew exactly how he wanted to finish her. In a standing pose.
He would lift her. Press her up against the wall. Let her legs wrap around his waist one last time, while his cock carved its place inside her body permanently. Not just for tonight. No... He wanted to mark her as his, forever.
The air in the room had turned thick, almost humid with the stench of sex and sweat. The walls sweated with them. The once white and neat bed sheets were ruined. Cum dripped onto the floor like sacrament.
And through all that heat, he still pulsed with need. His cock was made of steel, twitching with the fury of a man who hadn't just fucked, but conquered.
He looked at her with blazing eyes. Aureve lay there, sprawled and dazed, her skin glowing, soaked, her legs still twitching from the last orgasm. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were glassy, lost in pleasure and disbelief. Her body had already given up, but Sylvaris hadn't.
