I lie flat on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
My whole body feels like it's been taken apart and reassembled slightly wrong. Every muscle I own has filed a formal complaint. My eyes are already closing.
It's over and I can sleep now.
I am completely wrong.
Bael is still collapsed on top of me, his face buried deep in the side of my neck, but something isn't right. His skin is sweating profusely, dripping wet, and it feels scorching hot against my bare chest, like he is running a dangerous, wild high fever.
Then, my eyes widen in the dark.
I feel a sudden, thick twitch deep inside my ass. Bael's cock never actually went soft. It is still buried completely inside me, and right now, it is getting transitionally harder, thicker, and longer by the second, stretching my raw walls all over again.
Bael is breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows against mine. His breath hits my collarbone in hot, ragged gasps.
