After the first wave of release, Zenobius didn't let her go. He stayed buried deep inside her, their bodies still joined, his chest rising and falling against hers. Soraya's fingers traced lazy patterns along his back, feeling the heat that still simmered beneath his skin.
"I missed this," he murmured against her neck, voice low and rough. "Fuck, I missed you. Every night I thought about how you felt under me. How you sound when you come apart." His hips gave a slow, lazy roll, drawing a soft gasp from her. "Centuries of watching you from a distance… pretending I didn't want to drag you away and bury myself in you for days."
Soraya sighed at his words, a fresh pulse of heat blooming between her legs. She clenched around him deliberately, earning a deep groan. " You know it..."
