Loriel floated in a warm, cottony haze, her legs still trembling, her breath ragged. Sulyvhan's seed slowly trickled down her thigh, tracing a warm path toward the rumpled sheet. She thought for a moment it was over. That he would finally lie down beside her, hold her, let her sink into that heavy sleep tugging at her eyelids.
But Sulyvhan had not withdrawn his still-hard member from her body.
He straightened up on his knees, his hands sliding under her buttocks to lift her. Loriel made a sound of surprise as he turned her over like a rag doll, her hips raised, her knees barely having time to find purchase on the mattress.
"Alexandre... what are you..."
Her question strangled in her throat when he thrust into her in one single push, brutal and deep, his hand coming down on her buttocks in a sharp slap.
