Soon, clothing was stripped from bodies, casting the luxurious, heavy fabric to the floor. Corset lacings were yanked, freeing her as his fingers smoothing over the redden marks left by the cage of steel and fabric. He leant down, pressing kisses to each of her freckled shoulders, right to the sensitive spot near her jaw.

“Mia. My Mia,” he breathed in her ear as his hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her at last.

Mia gasped, pressing her forehead into Idris’ shoulder, reading herself to plummet into her release. “Idris, my love.”

His hand tangled in her hair, pulling back. “I want to see you.” 

Mia’s hand went to his bare chest, pushing him back right to the floor until he lay flat on his back. If he desired to see her unravel, he would, and she would give him her all.

Idris cursed under his breath as she straddled him, hands splayed on his muscular chest. With one quick thrust, she slid down onto his manhood, groaning with each aching stretch.

Through hooded lids, she watched as pleasure pooled in his eyes, spilling across the muscles in his face as she rolled her hips, allowing him deeper inside her. A slip of his thumb over her core built that radiating pleasure. 

“You look glorious,” Idris muttered.