Alaric didn't notice her withdrawal. He was too far gone, his fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to the bed as he found his release with a long, broken groan. He collapsed against her, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his chest heaving. He stayed there for a long time, holding her so tightly it hurt, as if he were afraid she would disappear if he loosened his grip.
Slowly, he pressed soft kisses along the back of Sofia's neck.
But Sofia remained still.
The name he had moaned moments earlier echoed endlessly in her mind.
"That was great," Alaric murmured against her skin.
Sofia felt nothing.
Ignorant of what he had just done, he furrowed his brow when he realized she wasn't saying a thing.
"Baby… are you okay?" he asked, gently trying to turn her toward him.
Sofia nodded quickly.
"I'm just… sleepy."
Alaric scoffed lightly, assuming the exhaustion came from their passion. He kissed her neck again and pulled her closer, his arm tightening around her waist.
