The aftershocks were still rippling through Elena's thighs, her body twitching soft and helpless in the quiet that followed.
The city breathed below them. The three idiots in the alley were still talking.
Elena pulled her mouth from his neck with a wet, slow drag of lips across the sealed bite mark. Her tongue swept the last copper traces from the corner of her mouth. Her crimson eyes blinked—slow, sated, glowing like embers in the dark.
"You should leave them alone."
Her voice was still hoarse, still wrecked, but the cold calculation had already bled back in underneath the warmth.
Raven's brow lifted slightly. His cock was still buried in her, slowly softening but heavy, filling her in a way that made thinking difficult. She licked the side of his neck anyway—long, lazy—and felt him twitch inside her at that.
