"I can't feel my legs," Freya whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of moaning his name.
She lay sprawled across Orion’s chest, her limbs heavy, her body utterly spent. The sheets were tangled around them, the air thick with the scent of sweat and s*x. She could barely lift her head, but she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek—the proof that he was just as wrecked as she was.
A deep, satisfied chuckle rumbled through him, vibrating against her skin. "I told you we should’ve stopped after the third time."
She managed to tilt her head up just enough to glare at him, but he only grinned, his fingers brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead before he bopped her nose with his index finger.
"You didn’t 'want' to stop," she accused, though there was n
