Loriel's breath was slowly calming, her heavy eyelids fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Sulyvhan's heat still weighed upon her, his massive body crushing her deliciously against the sweat-soaked mattress. Her fingers played absently through the Emperor's silver strands, a cottony softness numbing her limbs.
"You're magnificent when you surrender," Sulyvhan murmured against her neck, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin.
Loriel let out a weak, satisfied laugh. She expected him to withdraw, to lie down beside her and savor the afterglow as he usually did. But Sulyvhan remained still, buried deep inside her, his weight pinning her hips against his.
And that's when she felt it. A pulse. First subtle, almost imperceptible amid the slowing beats of their hearts. Then a second, firmer. A third, which made her inner walls twitch.
Loriel's eyes flew open.
"Alexandre...?"
