Regina collapsed onto the bed like her bones had melted.
The sheets were tangled around her thighs, the blanket half hanging off the edge of the mattress, and every inch of her skin still burned pleasantly beneath the cool air of the room. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths while damp strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks.
Beside her, Mikhail buried his face against the soft curve of her chest with a low satisfied sound, one heavy arm wrapping around her waist as his body shifted against hers again.
Regina immediately made a weak noise of protest.
"Go away…" she mumbled breathlessly, pushing uselessly at his shoulder. "Have work tomorrow."
The vibration of his chuckle rolled against her skin.
"Just once more, baby ."
"Die Mikhail…"
