The carriage Lucy had chosen to bring Cassian back to the city wasn't just elegant in appearance but also impressive in functionality. It was enchanted with several spells—not only defensive ones to ensure their safety but also those designed to prevent any form of spying or eavesdropping on whatever might happen inside.
She hadn't been entirely sure if any of the carriage's enchantments would come into play, but now one was proving unexpectedly useful. Her body, glistening with a sheen of sweat, moved rhythmically atop Cassian's lap. Her curves jiggled with each motion, her breath coming fast but accompanied by an excited smile.
From below, the lewd sound of her slick folds echoed in the enclosed space, mingling with the sharp slaps of her soft, bouncing buttocks meeting Cassian's thighs. His hard length was buried in her warmth, the wet sounds evidence of her enthusiasm as she rode him with fervent energy.