WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The air in the room remained heavy.
Rai lay limp against the mattress, his body a map of beautiful disarray. His chest rose and fell in shallow, jagged waves, his dark eyes glazed over with the residual, shimmering fog of his climax.
Even in his completely spent state, that faint, triumphant tilt remained at the corner of his lips. He had won this round, and he knew it.
Zade watched over him, his chest heaving, staring down for an agonizing, suspended moment. The muscles in his jaw flexed with a force that threatened to crack bone; his body was vibrating with a heavy, painful ache that demanded a reprieve he was unwilling to grant.
His gaze raked over the beautiful catastrophe Rai had made of himself, slick, flushed, and utterly unbothered by the chaos he had left behind, both on his skin and within Zade's mind.
