Klein kissed Dyana once more. Their lips pressed together forcefully, hot and wet with sweat and saliva. He slid his tongue into her mouth without waiting for an invitation, and she responded immediately, mingling her breath with his in a deep and greedy kiss.

He slid his hand between her thighs again, moving up along her right thigh until he found the wet and hot slit. His fingers sank into it slowly at first, as if savoring every centimeter, then faster, in a steady movement that he repeated without fail.

"Kaiser... again..." Dyana murmured in a hoarse voice against his mouth.

She spread her legs wider, laying them flat on the cold marble. Her hips rose with each thrust, seeking to guide his rhythm. Klein felt his fingers squeezed tightly by Dyana’s inner walls, which were already contracting by reflex. She was soaked, slippery, and each back-and-forth produced a wet and clear sound that echoed under the collapsed vaults of the tower.

He accelerated the rhythm. At the same time, he rubbed his thumb on her swollen clitoris, pressing just enough.

Dyana moaned louder, her head thrown back, her eyes half-closed. Her hair stuck to her temples.

"Ahh... yes... like that... Don’t pull your fingers out..."

Her body suddenly tensed. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her ragged breathing, and a new wave of pleasure rose in her, even more intense than the previous one. She clenched her teeth for a moment, then loosened them to let out a long trembling moan.

"I... I’m coming... Kaiser!"

At that moment, her vagina contracted violently around his fingers. A hot liquid flowed again onto his hand and dripped onto the cold marble. Dyana trembled with her whole body, clinging to his shoulders, her nails planted in his skin as if not to sink.

Klein withdrew his fingers gently. He straightened up slightly, enough to lower his pants with one hand. His cock appeared, hard and tense, the skin shiny at its tip. He took it in his hand and guided it between Dyana’s thighs. The glans first brushed her wet lips, hesitated for a second, then he pushed slowly and entered her.

Dyana let out a muffled cry, her mouth opening in a silent O. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossed in his back. She felt him entirely inside her, thick and burning, and this fullness made her shiver from her shoulders to her toes.

"You are... so big..." she breathed, her eyes shining with fever.

Klein began to move. He placed his forearms on either side of her head to better stabilize his weight. His hips moved back and forth with a steady rhythm, almost mechanical at first, then more and more fluid. Each thrust made their skins slap against each other, a frank sound that mixed with the cries of the nocturnal birds outside. Dyana moaned with each penetration, her mouth open, her gaze fixed on him without blinking.

"Harder... please..." she asked in a broken murmur. "Go on, don’t be afraid."

He accelerated. His movements became more powerful, wider. He held her hips with one hand to possess her better, to prevent her from sliding on the marble. With the other, he caressed her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples lightly between his thumb and index finger. The cool wind of the ruined tower passed over their sweaty bodies, but neither of them paid attention to it.

Dyana arched her back more. Her nails scratched Klein’s back, leaving red marks.

"I love you... Kaiser... don’t stop... I beg you, continue..."

Klein continued his stronger and deeper movements. His hips moved back and forth regularly, entering her fully with each thrust. Dyana squeezed her legs around his waist, her ankles well crossed in his back. Her body trembled under him, hot and wet with sweat.

"Yes... like that..." she murmured in a hoarse voice. Her eyes shone with pleasure. She kept her mouth open, breathing fast.

He held her firmly by the hips to keep her in place on the cold marble. Each penetration produced a skin-against-skin sound that filled the ruined tower. Dyana moaned without restraint now, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with the rhythm of her breathing. Her nipples remained hard under his fingers when he pinched them gently.

She was approaching orgasm once again. Her vagina tightened around his cock with force, hot and very wet. Klein accelerated again, breathing short, his body tense with effort. Sweat ran down his back and on his forehead.

"Kaiser... I’m going to come again..." Dyana said in a trembling breath. Her nails dug harder into his shoulders.

Her body suddenly stiffened. A long moan escaped from her throat as pleasure rose in her. Her inner walls contracted violently around him, squeezing his cock in rapid waves. A hot liquid flowed again between them and onto the marble. She trembled with her whole body, her eyes closed for a moment, her head thrown back.

Klein did not slow down right away. He continued to move inside her during her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure. Then he slowed the rhythm, remaining deeply buried. Dyana breathed hard, clinging to him, her cheeks red and her hair stuck to her face.

He withdrew slowly. His cock glistened, still very hard. He turned her gently onto her stomach. Dyana got on all fours without hesitation, arching her back. Her round buttocks presented themselves to him, the skin slightly marked by contact with the marble. She spread her knees to make access easier for him.

"Take me like that..." she asked in a low voice, full of desire. "I want to feel you even deeper."

Klein placed his hands on her hips and guided his cock toward her wet slit. He entered with a long and slow thrust, all the way in. Dyana let out a cry of satisfaction, her fingers clenched on the cold floor. He began to move again, with wide and powerful movements. Each time he returned into her, their bodies slapped together.

Klein slid a hand under her to caress her clitoris while he took her. His fingers turned in small regular circles.

"Ahh... yes... touch me there..." Dyana moaned. She pushed her hips back to meet him. "You are so hard... I love you like that."

He accelerated the rhythm, holding her hips firmly. His testicles slapped against her with each penetration. Dyana lowered her head, her hair spread on the marble, and let out a series of short and high-pitched moans. Her body responded to each movement, soaked and ready to come a third time.

Klein leaned over her, his chest against her back. He nibbled gently on her shoulder while continuing his back-and-forth. "You are so hot and tight," he murmured in her ear.

"Come inside me..." she replied immediately. "I want to feel everything. Let’s come together."

These words pushed him further. He straightened up, seized her hips with more force and gave faster and more powerful thrusts. Dyana was almost screaming now, her body shaken. Her vagina contracted again around him, very hard. She came once more with a long trembling moan, her legs shaking.

Klein felt his own pleasure rise abruptly. He thrust one last time deeply and stayed buried in her as he came. Hot jets filled Dyana. He groaned, his body tense, his fingers sunk into the flesh of her hips. They remained like that for several seconds, united and trembling.

Finally, he withdrew gently. A trickle of liquid ran down Dyana’s thighs.