Rakshasa was lying on top of Victor, completely naked and apparently with no intention of moving away anytime soon. Her body covered most of his, still warm from what had happened between them, while Victor slowly ran his fingers through the long dark-brown hair spread across her back. Unlike the provocative vampire who had spent months trying to drag him into bed, Rakshasa seemed strangely relaxed at that moment, her face resting on his chest and her eyes half-lidded.
"My womb is full of your love fluids," she murmured, visibly pleased with herself.
Victor stopped moving his fingers for a moment.
"You say that with impressive delicacy for someone who was being so rough a few minutes ago."
Rakshasa lifted her head and narrowed her eyes.
"I was being rough?" She rested her chin on his chest. "You were the rough one. My private parts still hurt a little."
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't seem worried about that when you were screaming at me to slap your ass and go harder."
