Sara collapsed forward into the water with a gleeful, utterly spent expression.
Her strong body went limp with satisfaction, limbs loose and heavy, her face wearing a look of pure, unguarded bliss as she sank slightly beneath the surface, still trembling faintly.
Benjamin's head swung back. His jaw hung slack. His chest rose and fell in deep, ragged heaves as the last aftershocks worked through him.
Izra and Renard in particular looked as though they could not comprehend how the act had been concealed so completely and precisely under their noses for so long.
"Were... the both of you having sex just now?" The light had disappeared from Renard's eyes, his gaze turning cold and hollow, his expression shifting from frustration to something darker and more dangerous. "While I was saying something important, trying to address a serious matter? While I had to leave my throne and come here to personally speak to you?"
