The marks on her body were hidden now.
But he remembered exactly where each one was.
And from the faint, knowing curve at the corner of her mouth, she knew if she asked him, he'd gladly fuck her into fainting.
It was only matter of saying the word and he'll gladly take her.
Too bad, she was tired.
Humanity had produced architecture, medicine, nuclear energy, and the deeply questionable decision to put pineapple on pizza, but Melissa walking out of a bathroom after being thoroughly ruined and somehow looking ready to negotiate with gods for more stamina so he could fuck her into the morning, might have been its most advanced technology Chaos had ever permitted.
"Ready?" she asked.
Her voice was calm. Collected. Smooth enough to quietly insult the chaos that had preceded it and the wild thought running in both their heads.
Phei looked at her for a moment longer than necessary.
"You look ready, love."
She arched one brow. "You are staring."
"I am appreciating."
