<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla cried out, grinding her own hips into him and tilting her head, exposing the fair skin of her neck to him, not caring like she usually did about the man leaving marks on her unblemished and lightly freckled skin.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Harder…. Please…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she managed to gasp out in between moans.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">It took Alexi longer to recover than his sister, lying in bed staring at the ceiling. He didn’t even try to stay away this time, or to ignore it. That had proven fruitless last time. But the sensations he was experiencing were a new experience for him. He could feel her body, his body, trying to clench down around Lucian, despite not having the parts of his own. He simply lay there, not having the energy to continue like his sister did, at least not for the time being.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 255, 153)"></span>