Adrian moved with long and deep strokes that built gradually, each one a little more than the last, his hands braced on either side of her head, his face close to hers.
He watched her and found the angle that made her breath go short and held it, moving steady and deep until she was clutching at him and her thighs were trembling. He pressed his forehead to hers and kept going.
Dante and Lucien were watching them while Adrian moved inside her, tipped her over the edge.
She came with her face pressed to his shoulder, crying his name into his skin, and felt him follow seconds later with a low broken sound against her hair.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
— —
After they all were satisfied, Lilian was tucked between Dante and Lucien, thoroughly unable to move. Adrian's hand was in her hair, and then Lucien was the one who break the silence.
"We were definitely not quiet," he said.
"No," Lilian agreed, her voice slightly raspy.
"The stone carries sound, you know."
