Phei lay there for a long moment, the taste of her still thick and sweet on his tongue, her limp body draped across his face and chest like a warm, spent offering. H
er breathing had slowed into the soft, even rhythm of unconsciousness, her thighs still twitching faintly against his ears.
He smiled against the slick heat of her cunt, a low, dark chuckle rumbling in his chest — quiet, almost self-mocking.
'Did I overdo it?'
The ice, the relentless tongue, the way he had pulled every last drop of pleasure from her until she simply… shattered and fell?
Probably. Definitely.
But then again, he had never been the sort to do anything by halves. Not in battle, not in power, and certainly not when it came to claiming what was his.
He had held back — somewhat — knowing she was untouched, yet the Void-Ice had slipped its leash just enough to turn her into a trembling, squirting mess that had passed out from sheer overload.
