“Are you okay?” Itzal asked, feeling his body completely relaxed, his mind calm as it rarely was. His eyes remained on Amelia; he wouldn’t allow himself to miss any detail of her reactions. And she looked even more beautiful now. Her eyes were heavy, her lips slightly parted as she caught her breath, her cheeks flushed. Itzal’s chest swelled with inevitable pride knowing he had caused all those reactions in her, and that without even doing everything he really wanted to do with her.
“Tell me you’re not going to keep asking that all the time,” she closed her eyes, blushing a bit more before resting her forehead on his shoulder, embarrassed. Itzal smiled, running his fingers through her wet hair. If it were any other woman there with him, this would be the moment he would subtly pull away,
