ARIA
I felt him collapse on top of me like a fallen tree—heavy, hot, and completely spent as I hugged him. His breath fanned across my neck in ragged pants, chest rising and falling against my chest, skin slick with sweat.
We were tangled in the sheets, our bodies fused, my muscles trembling from the sheer punishment of the last one hour or so. My bones felt like liquid. My brain was short-circuiting. I could barely remember my own name.
Finally, I thought, sinking into the mattress. Finally, it's over.
I lay there like roadkill, eyes fluttering shut, body aching in places I didn't even know could ache. I could already feel the soreness blooming across my thighs as lukewarm fluid trickled between them, along my spine where he'd gripped me like I was his last meal. I didn't even have the energy to curse him out. Not really.
But then…
I felt it.
A twitch.
A slow, rising pressure, still inside me.
I blinked.
