Ren lay flat on her back, staring blankly up at the dark obsidian ceiling as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribcage. Her fragile human body felt incredibly heavy and tired from the climax, but beneath the exhaustion, she could feel the magical system buffs soothing her aching muscles and rapidly replenishing her stamina.
She turned her head on the plush, sweat-dampened furs and looked at Altair. The Golden Eagle Prince was lying there beside her, staring blankly upward as if his scheduled shift was completely over.
"Who told you," Ren panted, her green eyes narrowing playfully, "that I was satisfied enough?"
She let her gaze trail down his broad, muscled torso. It was glaringly obvious that Altair's body still wanted more. The thick length resting against his thigh hadn't even fully softened; his semi-erection was already rapidly swelling right back into a rock-hard pillar of rigid, pulsing flesh.
