Corren’s POV
The first round had only taken the edge off.
Sybil lay beside me in the dim light, one leg still draped loosely over mine, her breathing gradually steadying. The scent of s*x hung warm and thick in the air—skin, sweat, the sharp clean smell of her arousal mixed with the heavier scent of my release. I could feel the wetness of it between her thighs where my c**k had slipped free. My hand rested on the soft curve of her stomach, fingers idly stroking the damp skin just above the dark thatch of hair between her legs.
I was not finished.
I turned onto my side and looked down at her. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, n*****s still tight and darkened from my mouth. A faint flush spread across her chest and neck. When her eyes opened they were heavy, satisfied, but not
